A Message To You

This is for you to decipher,
Nothing that I believe makes me a liar,
And yet there was a tyre,
And there was someone who will expire,
And that situation was so dire,
It kept me down and it took out the fire,
The cry was so low that I had cause to get stuck in a mire,
They turned heads like I turned through the pages, and the quire,
The only thing left inside is the ire,
The wrath that could take everyone that will aspire,
There is no longer anything that I  will admire,
You’re tired of the same choir,
And everything that I had will expire,
Only thing that I wanted is to get higher,
However I never had an inquire to inspire,
The only choice I had was to retire,
I hated being the crier,
The only thing that I will be known for is the trier,
And my gate will be blocked by just one wire,
And no one will be a flyer,
Because in waste I am no buyer,
And I have started to tire,
And hope is so hard to hire,
But whenever I stop it’s still something that I acquire,
It’s like it’s my own attire,
And I never wish to conspire,
And I hope that I will never misfire,
Because I hate being that supplier,
And it’s to show them my entire.