Your words.
I don’t understand why you insult me. Why are you so blind? How is it that you don’t even see? Would it hurt you to try and be kind? You think your words don’t matter. You say you’re “only joking.” Never having know you, at times, I’d rather. Hate inside me, you are invoking. I can’t pretend I have no feelings And what you say has no effect. My thoughts, I am revealing. Toward you, negative feelings I direct. At times I know you don’t mean all the things you say. But you seem so serious. Like today, Maybe, it’s the fact that I’m curious. I never know when to believe you Because of your duplicity. You are two. And being you friend is not a necessity. Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 01:48 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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