You asked me to leave today.
You pointed me away.
You told me it was more fun over there.
That I would be bored here.
I could tell it was because you didn't want me over here.
It is because I am rude,
Annoying and Prissy.
It is because I'm clingy and boring.
You said these things weren't true.
I've stayed this before.
You claimed I was wrong.
But just the night before
I proved you wrong.
You say you were tired.
And that I was wrong.
You said I was quite so you didn't see me at all.
These are things from friend A, friend B, friend C.
But why lie when we can all see.
Life is better for you.
Without me.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
ŞiirA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
