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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