F: Only Three

Look at you standing there a mouth full of lies and evil in that
stare.
Look at you with your nose in the air; you've got your
ticket but your going nowhere. Spitting venom as you stroll along
singing the wrong words to my favourite song.
You just wont
listen when people speak; you tread on flowers laid at your feet.

You turn your back on friends alike, you tell your peers to
take a hike.
How can we reach you and put you right, your
fists are clenched and you're ready to fight. You want to be first,
second won't do, you force your way to the head of the queue.

I wish I knew the answer then happy I would be.
It
makes no sense to anyone because you're only three