Fist

i waited three hours at the station, it was raining by the
way,
rapidly loosing patience, devising methods to make you pay.

then finally i hear word from you, a text message written in
song,
you have to 'finish an essay thas due', you hope i didnt wait
long.

Too angry to scream at you, too upset to cry to my friends,
too disapointed in my self to even put this to an end.

We arranged to go out weeks before, you turned up to my house
late,
Our friends wonder what took so long, and on me you place the
blame.

Just to keep you happy, i had to laugh whenever you made a joke,
Nod and smile, agree with what you said when you spoke.

My fist makes contact with the wall time and time again,
And i wish that instead of me (or the wall), it is you that is in
pain.