Body Languge

I know that I sometimes can be hard to get,
But how do you not notice my frustration and the hand on my hip?
I am grumpy and you don't notice,
But why tell you ...it shouldn't be your focus,
I am resting my body for it to repair itself for yet another stressful week ahead,
I am anxious and have a steady pounding throb in my head,
My body aches and mind goes blank,
I really wish not to think....
I want to run away to the beach,
Be alone-nobody but me,
Because in the end- I will always be crazy,
I like what I like and know what I know,
I am not a baby... so let it go...
I am lonely...well past my needed sleep,
My rooms a mess and my anger goes a thousand feet deep...
Kinda like the Titanic-you only see the peek,
My face is home to the black circles under my eyes,
Being such a good actress is only furthering my disguise,
You can only tell me what you want me to do- good luck making me,
You can only say...and there is no shakin me...
My words come out how they please,
I don't see any use of having opinions if they can't be freed,
My soul longs for what it can't have,
For I frequently question what has gone wrong...why do I feel so bad?
I don't want to think...and don't want to go to church,
I should have known being forced to do something would never of worked...
I am pissed. Why? Well now that, is a good question...I feel like sh**,
I feel so bitter... I am almost sick,
Why? Now that is a mighty fine question...