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.