Allergies you’re always deceiving me

I thought that you met with my tears

To share your story

Now I see you want to put fear

Of the glory of outdoors in me

So many times I decide to stay inside

Rather than enjoying what had

Taken place outside

I mourn with myself

Secretly plotting against you

Today I may be insinuating

Something hidden

But tomorrow you will see

Im playing outside

From now on

And you won’t be able

To stop me

I’ll show you whose boss

I dare you to follow me to the moss

And see me not sneeze

The more I psych myself out

The more I want to fall

To my bike and cry about you

I resist all tears today

I have none left for you.

You only deserve my fist

So fair that is and I insist

You end.