Why must it be so frustrating
Why must you be so
notwithstanding
Always refusing
Never elaborating
Always brushing it off
I want to talk
to better myself
You refuse to show me my mistake
To help me get better.
I want to fix myself
To sand down my sharp points
I feel cold
Left behind, in the dust
You refuse to converse
To help me help myself
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesiaSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
