You're My Tick

Provoking gives you pleasure

It only infuriates my mind.

Bashing on my purity

Pushing down my fortes

Life is now defined.

Misery chasing me

While my triumphs invite pride.

You catch sight;

This happy soul

Neglected and kicked aside.

A lion to a baby

A super baby though.

Rain from irritation

Hidden away,

But I need to let it go.

I never get ticked off

Wait, never say never.

You trigger the worst in me

Frustration, hesitation

Your badgering remains

Nearby with me forever.

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