You say I'm falling down
But I'm actually standing up
You're headed in one direction
But I'm going the opposite way
I haven't finished speaking,
But you already "know" what I'm telling you
You can't read my mind
You can't possibly know what I'm going to say
And when I do get a chance to speak,
I stumble over my words
I almost don't want to speak because I know you're there judging me
Sometimes I rather let you think what you want of me
Because you obviously know me better than I know myself
(I'm being sarcastic, if you didn't know)
One of theses days I'm just going to stop talking
We'll see what you'll make of my words then
You don't understand me
You won't ever understand me if you don't ever listen
And I'm tired of trying to get you to understand what I'm trying to say
12/31/2012
YOU ARE READING
Poems (2012)
Poetry...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
