My Own Complaint

Shut up about your new complaints.
Immature voices blocking out my thoughts.
Insulted me, my dream, my fantasy, you're nothing but dead to my eyes.
insulted my work, my job, my future, and my life.
I'm tired of getting new complaints.
I lose a friend that I get too attached.
I drown in the sea by protecting an enemy.
Load up my cannons, ready, aim fire.
Load up my guns, cock it and pull it.
Let me be wine that gets swallwed highly.
I am a nightmare that awakes perfect.
I am a liar of fame.
I am a loser of confidence.
I am a winner of low self-esteem.
I am the poison in your drink.
I am your reflecting in your eyes.
I am a machine that bows down to you automatically.
I am my own complaint.