Everytime I try to cry,

I'm interrupted.

But yet when I'm having

A good day,

Someone comes along

And makes me take control.

Then I feel bad

For having to yell

And that I didn't resolve anything;

I just made it worse.

I just wish everything

And everyone,

Would just leave me alone.

Not make me work,

Or do this or that,

And let me have a moment alone.

So please,

Just don't bug me.

I'm not in the mood.

I wrote this poem when I was having a really bad day, as you can probably tell. Please review.