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Sick of all these little things
Sick of all these rules
Tired of people ordering me around
Tired of having to dream in school
Annoyed with being underestimated
Annoyed with feeling small
Frustrated by the rude comments
Frustrated by not being a little doll
Angered by all the fairy stories
Angered by all the mistrust
Sad from all the hypocrisy
Sad from make-believe pixie dust.
The rhyming was a bit off in places and the 'little doll' thing was a bit odd, but, yeah, it's pretty good.
I didn't really understand the poem the way that I wanted to but, the rhyming was good in some places of the poem. I guess I just need to get a better understanding of what the poem was about. <_<
It's like... the person is sick of being told how to live their life, and is sick of how everyone is a hypocrite and how all their illusions are basically shot to hell...