Why is it that we never really know? What to do, not to do...somehow we BLOW Something precious, something great End up feeling doomed to fate It's as if there is no way To PLEASE each and every day Some new crisis, dilemma... Wreaks it's way in each day Opposites attract? I am taken a-back For it's really not true At least for me and my guy He, the critical eye.... I the one who says, "why?" It could be so much worse! He has NO real idea Just how worse it could be! He is hell-bent you see On criticising just about ALL About me!!! I don't do "this" right I do "that" all wrong I don't do ENOUGH! Goes this critical gong And why don't I leave? I am weak and so tired Takes everything in me Just to breathe--And I'm wired! Sometimes I just wish he Would "boot" my ass out It'd be better than having To endure his ill-tout What's hilarious is that Because of ME He has prospered, has grown Has a great job you see... But because of my LACK Because of my LIMP Because I'm not perfect Because I'm a wimp Because I'm not skinny Because I'm unemployed Because I'm not what he Thought could be enjoyed... Because of SO many things He is irked and annoyed And it bites to the bone Feeling trapped in this void.
Reason for writing:
We've been together for 8 years now....
Birth sign: Pisces
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