I’m mad because nothing is changing
I’m mad because you were left hanging
I’m mad because of the tears on your face
And your smile once again glued in place
I’m mad because there’s nothing I can do
I’m mad because I don’t know if it’s true
I’m mad because she jerks you around
And I can’t make a sound
I’m mad because you’re not
I’m mad because you “forgot”
I’m mad because of the lies
And because you’re breaking the ties
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I’m mad because nothing is changing
I’m mad because you were left hanging
I’m mad because of the tears on your face
And your smile once again glued in place
I’m mad because there’s nothing I can do
I’m mad because I don’t know if it’s true
I’m mad because she jerks you around
And I can’t make a sound
I’m mad because you’re not
I’m mad because you “forgot”
I’m mad because of the lies
And because you’re breaking the ties
The first poem I'm proud of. It's deeply personal and has to do with watching one of my best friends self-destruct from a romantic relationship.
