What You Say
You.
You and yourself.
You go around living,
Off of me.
I am your fun,
Your laughter,
Your disgust,
Me.
What you say,
Your words,
Like hot needles through my skin,
Hurt.
But what you say,
Is not the worst.
Worst still,
Is your ignorance of me.
It's just nonsense.
You say.
It's meaningless.
You say.
But still you say.
Though now it's what you SAID.
It's what you DID.
It's what you did NOT say or do.
And now I do not remember
And neither do you.
Years of adolescence
Pointless caring.
