I would ask you to leave but I have better etiquette,
frankly, at this point I'm just shy of throwing a fit!

I do not say it, as it would be terribly rude.
I don't want to sound spiteful and/or crude.

But please, please, I beg and I do implore,
I want you to go, please, just use the door.

Your company is not as you think, that musing,
and I'm finding this all far too confusing.

So just go, UGH, I wish you could read my mind,
you really, really aren't that great of a find.

Your "Je ne sais quoi", isn't and you are Neanderthal,
perhaps you are good looking but that's about all!

You tell of how wonderful you think that you are,
about your great friends, home and car.

Then go, go to them is what I say!
Quit wasting time in my precious day!

Please, I beg and I do implore,
please, just go, just use the door

I have chosen the path which has led me here,
a path full of pain, sorrow, happiness and fear.

I cannot complain of my present situation,
for it was I who chose my destination.

I have, I admit, chose the wrong path to wander,
thoughts of what the other path held conjures.

I cannot complain of my present situation,
for it was I who chose my destination.

I can feel the destruction of my very self continuing,
with each new path I choose for my endeavoring.

I cannot complain of my present situation,
for it was I who chose my destination.

I fear the next road I may venture on my travels,
the angst of it all with each hour unravels.

But I will not complain of my situation,
for it is I that leads myself to each new destination....

To deny one of this very feeling,
is deemed by me as unappealing.

Truly the exasperation of it all,
ones euphoria seemingly to never fall.

But oh so rapidly it can be confiscated,
thus the peril of being elated.