I'm sick of the heartache
I'm sick of the cheating
I'm sick that the world
knows not what it's needing

I'm sick of all the innocence lost
I'm sick of the fact that this is the cost
I'm sick of people no longer trying
I'm sick of all the good ones dying

I'm sick of this s***
I'm sick of this world
I'm sick of men
taking advantage of girls

I'm sick of the old
preying on the weak
I'm sick of praying
and having a shitty week

I'm sick of the murders
that go unsolved
I'm sick of the bastards
escaping the law

I'm sick of the fighting
I'm sick of the wars
I'm sick of the young
giving themselves scars

I'm sick of the illness
the kind in our mind
I'm sick of the suicides
who had their whole lives

I'm sick of America
I'm sick of the world
I'm sick of the violence
I'm sick and about to hurl

I'm sick that there is lead in tea
I'm sick of the guilty going free
I'm so sick can't you see
that when you mess with my world
you mess with me

I'm sick of you most
yes the one reading this
You are the one who has me most pissed
for while spending your time reading this poem
you could have found a solution of your own