Poetry for the peeved!

Today,
I hate the way,
you brush me off,
forget that I'm there,
as if you don't care!

Don't answer your phone,
leave me feeling alone,
I'm seriously annoyed,
and if you can't tell,
then just go to hell!

When I'm online,
cut me off, I'll be fine,
if you can't understand,
it's not all about you,
my feelings count too.

Yes, I am peeved,
more than a little agrieved,
take your troubles and go,
step right out that door,
I don't care anymore.

OK, so I lie,
bedamned though if I,
let YOU see me cry . . .
27/4/2011