In a sea of whiners

Gasping for air

lungs heavy with this strange liquid.

Tears are pouring out

and filling up my insides.

Waves created from a weakness

made of salty, clear failure

please stop crying

whining

sobbing

your weakness is killing me.

This whiny stage must stop.

Your suppose to be a man.

Your suppose to be a woman.

Your suppose to be an adult.

GROW UP!

SHOW UP!

But if your going to give up,

do it on your own time

not mine.