Why do you make me feel this way?
Why do you change your appearance day by day?
Why can’t you stay the same
And stop making me feel insane?
Why do you think you can walk in and out?
My life’s not a doorway from where you can shout
Why try to make sense
When your brain is much too dense?
Why can’t I shut the door?
Why do you make me hate you more?
Why ignore me for months on end
Leaving so much damage to mend?
Why don’t you understand?
Why can’t I make a stand?
I want to know the answers
Before Nanny dies of all her cancers
YOU ARE READING
Felt from the heart
Poetrypoetry isn't my strong side but in recent days I've been inspired to strat writing it
