I Want You To Write A Poem Off-the-cuff Right Here Right Now

If my feelings had words
it'd end on perturbed,
irritated dismayed at this world you portrait
The world gets your happy go lucky
A popular girl at her best
Then u walk through our door
and I get whats left..
the anger, frustration
you let build up.. unheard
that's what I signed up for
when I thought I was your world
turns out I'm just the dumping ground
for the leftover clown.