I’m sick of all the waiting

And I’m sick of all the time

I’m sick of all the hating

And I’m sick of all that’s mine

I’m sick of contemplating

And I’m sick of all the rhymes

And every single freaking thing that’s holding me back

I’ve been waiting three long years

And I’ve learned to face so many fears

But I feel so terrible

So much time, so much lust

By now it’s Hell or Bust

And it’s so unbearable

I’ve felt hate, and it doesn’t feel good

I’d never leave your side, even though I know I should

Because you’re all I really want

I’ve got so much that’s mine, so many possessions

I’d give it all up, and that’s my one confession

Just to have what we’ve sought

I’m sick of all the waiting

And I’m sick of all the time

I’m sick of all the hating

And I’m sick of all that’s mine

I’m sick of contemplating

And I’m sick of all the rhymes

And every single freaking thing that’s holding me back

I’m sick

And tired

Can’t take it anymore

Especially

Now

That you’ve locked the door

How do I get in?

How can I reach you?

Should I give you what you want?

Or should I deplete you?

I’ve been contemplating how I’m going to say

All the little things that have pulled me away

I’m sick of being caged in

Sometimes rhymes are such a struggle

But with this poem, they seem so subtle

I’m breaking out with an explosion

I think I’ve finally got it

I think I realize

That you’re what’s held me back

All this agonizing time

But for some crazy reason

I think that’s alright

I’m willing to let it go

So you and I won’t fight

I hate it,

I hate it when we fight

I’m sick of all the waiting

And I’m sick of all the time

I’m sick of all the hating

And I’m sick of all that’s mine

I’m sick of contemplating

And I’m sick of all the rhymes

And every single freaking thing that’s holding me back

Every single little thing that’s holding me back

And every single wrong thing that’s holding me back

Every single stupid thing that’s holding me back

And every other thing that still holds me back

I’m sick of all the waiting

And I’m sick of all the time

I’m sick of all the hating

And I’m sick of all that’s mine

I’m sick of contemplating

And I’m sick of all the rhymes

And every single freaking thing that’s holding me back

Like you always say,

“Some day,

Maybe, just maybe,

We will find a way.”

And I can’t wait for that day

I can’t wait