Author's notes: Yeah, well, I wrote this a few months ago, and I was rereading it recently when I realized that this would make a good poem from Shuichi's POV. I mean, if he actually did finally get "sick and tired" of all of Eiri's bull. (Psh, as if that could ever happen.) Not that I don't love Eiri, I'm just saying, he is a dick 99 percent of the time. Soo, yes. Enjoy. If you don't like it, then, keep it to yourself. If you flame, then it will be laughed at and ignored. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Disclaimers: Maki Murakami owns Gravitation, I own this poem.


Sick and Tired

I'm sick and tired
Of all your bull shit.

Sick and tired
Of putting up with it.

I'm sick and tired
Of being used.

So very sick and tired
Of being abused.

I'm sick and tired
Of watching you with all those boys.

Sick and tired
Of being your little toy.

I'm sick and tired
Of playing your little games.

I'm so sick and tired
Of taking all the blame.

I'm sick and tired
Of pretending that I'm okay.

I'm sick and tired
Of all the hurtful things that you say.

I'm sick and tired
Of all the times that I've told you this.

Sick and tired
Of how you think you can make up for it with a kiss.

I'm sick and tired
Of all of the hurt that I should have never shown.

So fucking sick and tired
Of how you've always known.