Got Rage-Baited

I take things personally,

One wrong sentence out of your stupid, little mouth,

Will have me fixated on the fact that you think so little of me.

Maybe, I am letting myself get rage-baited,

Maybe, you don't even deserve my annoyance and energy,

But, all I could think of is,

How little you think of me.

Then, I will leave you,

For I have become a leaver lately,

And I'll leave to with your misery,

And all the small, stupid things,

Of how little you think of me.