I Don Not Know

Monday night
Back to the old routine.
I feel like I'm about to become real mean.
Again, its agitating to see and feel
how you give me this spiel
yet it never fails, it's the same ordeal
that never seems to change.
Complacent people hate to change
it rearranges the program
Everybody is delusional at this point.
I dont want any part of the gathering on Monday nights.
I fight my way if I have too
just to get away from these evil vibes by you and you.
prayer goes out to you.

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This is about an ongoing anger issue within oneself. Created by jealousy