My head is pounding beyond greater belief

The shoulders it rests on are going to become extinct

My face is red, eyes are burning

Pain relief will not help this constant yearning

Seeking a quiet, less dramatic atmosphere

Thoughts of evading this residence here

Occasionally calm, somewhat serene

This places title is The Village Green

Ask a tenant on any story

Almost all will bask in their glory

Joy of gossip, people have a lot to say

If only they remembered when it was their day

Words crossing paths or being exaggerated

People get hurt, you might be related

Big talk may feel good, possibly help you at that time

Friends thought you were nice and seemed naturally kind

Changing minds and ulterior motives

When I get hot it can be explosive

There is a few bad leaves in this infested plant

I don’t have to hear it,  ignore and don’t revamp