Post by Michelle Mackenzie (Admin) on Oct 22, 2010 16:55:08 GMT 1
Jealousy[/u]
During the week he is busy,
During the weekend he goes back out,
I can't complain about it,
Without having to shout.
He goes to college and brushes me off,
Eager to leave him be,
Then I start to think,
Maybe he is ashamed of me.
So, maybe I do get jealous,
That he don't want to have me around,
He don't say he love me,
So maybe I should hide underground.
Maybe I am just jealous,
Or he is having an affair,
Though cheating on me is unlikely,
But why do I feel this is unfair?
Slap me round the face,
The message will at least be clear,
Tell me what you want,
Me to stay or me get out of your hair?!
So maybe I am jealous,
What do I know?
I just feel like I've been rejected,
With no place to go.
Maybe I am jealous,
But wouldn't you moan?
Eager to leave, and then abandon you,
then don't answer the phone?
Tell me you wouldn't be fazed,
Tell me you wouldn't care,
Tell me again that it was unintentional,
That you just didn't want me there.
So, I guess I have jealousy,
I guess that I'm insecure at best,
I guess there is something wrong with me,
But don't put me to the test.
This is just a short poem to get my annoyances off my chest.
Do I feel any better?
No.
No, I don't.
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