Description: This is a really simple poem. Don't read deep into it - you'll be looking for something that's not there. I sort of wrote this poem in a state of bitterness - and like all emotions, it is not regulated by deep thought, thorough punctuation or big words.
Why must you? -------------------------------------------
Why must you say my name,
when I really don’t want you to?
Why must you say anything at all?
You always talk out of cue.
Why do you ask me things
Like to take a walk down the street?
Then turn your back later
And comment on what I eat
Why must you open your ugly mouth?
You rarely say something kind.
Then laugh like raging thunder
At anything wrong you can find.
Why must I always hold my tongue
When you have entered a room?
With all the loud-mouthed dirt you talk,
Maybe I should carry a broom
Why do you think that pitiable thought:
That the world revolves around you
Because we all know that’s what you want
I don’t feel sorry for you (not anymore)
It would seem to me that this is one friend that you could walk away from and never wind up missing a thing. By holding your tongue you just embolden his even more.
Use the broom you mentioned to sweep him out of your life.
Submission Name: Why must you?
