Poetry

Who am I?
Why am I here?
The place seem familiar but do I belong here?
Why do you keep calling me a name that I can't place?
Are you mistaking me for another face?
Whydo you tell me I'm not wearing pants?
When I know I just put on one.

I closed the door, yet you said I left it open.
I must be made or you must be losing your mind
because I think you are blind.
I took a shower already, yet your convinced that I didn't bathe.
You're maybe a fortuneteller and can see into the crystal ball,
because I find you too fast that's all.
I know all my children yet you confuse my brain, telling me a pack of rubbage over and over again.

I'm fed up with you always on my case. I've lost my appetite for food and my mouth have no taste. I want you to shut your mouth, your constant blabbering I can do without. Between you and me which one belong in a cell, O you know what I can't tell.



Written by: Mysia Hayling – 7/3/12

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