Makes Me Mad

What makes me mad?
Wouldn't you really like to know
It pisses me off when people won't leave me alone
And I tell them to go, but they don't even listen
Tell them to shut the fuck up, to mind their own business
Always asking me what's wrong, like I really wanna tell 'em
Always prying at my thoughts making me wanna kill 'em
Telling me "Awl, come on, you can talk to me about it"
Bullshit, if I could, don't you think I would've done it already bitch?
You don't seem to be getting this hint
This steady evil glare
If you really wanna know that bad I'll tell you
I just wanna throw your stupid ass down the stairs
Oh what, you didn't like that answer?!?
Maybe you shouldn't have asked me
Just kept on walking and avoided eye contact when you passed me
But hey, that's your own fault
You wanted to pry into the eyes of evil
The eyes that see you as a fucked up stupid dick
Dumb enough to ask me some stupid question
Like I'm really gonna tell you the truth with best intentions
But the only reason that I will tell you the truth is to piss you off
Cause I know it gets inside you and eats your insides up
So if you think about asking me what my problem is again
Just look back on this little poem to remind you
That I'm always gonna win in the end
No matter how hard you try or how pissed off I am
So I leave you with these last few words
So that they'll be the ones to linger
"Fuck you" I say as I throw up my middle finger