Nothing makes sense,
Everything’s tense.
Why do you hate me?
What did I ever do to thee?
You glare from a distance,
I can see your resistance,
And urge to **** me with your glance,
Your gaze evil and hot, like when embers dance.
I’d like to know, so please tell me why,
Otherwise, I ought to cry.
I mourn the loss of our relations,
I know that is most certainly not on vacation.
So when you’re ready to say,
What has you at such dismay?
I’ll be here, watched by your hateful eyes,
Squirming because of your despise.