"This Chick..."the start of a cute ass poem maybe?

So there's this chick right...and she's angry all the time. Maybe it's because the world keeps testing her with its lack of understanding.  This chick...she tries to reason with the world...she tries to listen to the world...she tries to EMBRACE the world...but somehow she still ends up mad and upset. The world thinks less of her...the world makes her feel incompetent...the world makes her think that she is alone amongst many...the world is a b_itch. What's important to her is not important to the world and whatever she has to say gets lost in its bullshyt. She tries her best to cope with this...she tries her best to keep control of her emotions so that they will not grow into something bigger and badder....but all her emotions can say is" f_ck you...cuz you don't matter." Now what is this chick....what is she supposed to do? How is she supposed to handle this? And why can't anyone shut the hell up for 2 seconds to even consider what she feels is most definitely real? Who knows...