Why are you all ruining my life?

The suffering in me

Anything but a fruitful 

Tree

Being born on a day

Like today

The longest day of the

Year

Being Royal

Don’t you think you have

A responsibility

To do the right

Thing

Aware I’m being poisoned

It will NEVER bring me

ANY happiness

Or peace of mind

Why is it so bloody hard

For you to 

Find

It in you

To help me

So you go to church

But you’ve angrily swept

My holy water

Aside

Twice

Better not make it

Thrice

You know who I am

Who is your first coming?

And second coming?

For all of your wishes

And hardly ever doing the 

Dishes

Aware of what you’ve done

Good and bad

Even when you went

Too far when you

Were younger

And went slightly mad

There is sanity and insanity

In all of us

Insane sane

Perfect brain

So what is it going to take?

For you to step up to the 

Plate?

And do the right thing

With your mother watching over

You

Every bloody god damn ring!