Why...
do you speak?
Do you like the sound
of the wind wistling
through your throat,
vibrating to make the words
that torment the ears
of everyone around?

Why...
is your hand on your hip?
Must you always show
that you know it all
flaunting your attitude
to torment the eyes
of everyone around?

Why...
do you yell over others?
Is it that you must
always have the last word
to make your point sharp
to torment the heads
of everyone around?

Why...
are you confused?
No one listens to you
'cause their ears are tired
and no one looks at you
'cause their eyes are sore
and no one gives you attention
'cause their heads ache

Why...
does no one respects you?
'Cause you are a pain!

Why?