Song of Stress

You think you know what it's like?
Think that your life is rough?
Let me tell you something son,
You're life ain't that tough.
See, the way I see it
You have your path in front of you
Choose to walk it, or walk away
I can't tell you what to do
But you want to complain
when I make a suggestion
Want to get up and walk out
When I mention
That there's work to be done.
You leave this room
without a thought about how you make ME feel.
But I'm angry, fighting, yelling, crying inside
Over WHAT!? A spoiled child who doesn't
give a rat's ass as to what I'm trying to say
Doesn't care about me.
Why should I care?
But I do.
I come back hoping, praying...
that one day I'll get through.