Passive AggressiveA Poem by Kate P. Lamb
You tell me you feel under appreciated,
Like I’m making your life hell,
That I b***h at you all day,
And all I do is yell
You tell me things weren’t this bad,
When I was living somewhere else,
Well you won’t have to worry much longer,
Because soon I’ll be off by myself
It’s not as though
I don’t have my own problems to worry over,
Things stressing me out too,
I realize that we’re pinched for cash,
But don’t you think if I could,
I wouldn’t help you?
Do you think me that vain,
That I wouldn’t help my own blood?
As much as you parallel me,
I’m not my father,
I’m not the brat you think I am
I don’t like being such a pain
Soon I’ll be on my own,
You won’t have to deal with me any more,
And we can return to that fake relationship
The happier one,
Where we actually talked like human beings,
And actually enjoyed one another’s company
I miss that you,
I know she’s there somewhere,
Why can’t you let her out more?
Is having me around that horrible,
You said you missed me when I was gone
Did you really miss me?
Doesn’t seem like it.
Now I remember why I left.
© 2011 Kate P. Lamb
Added on February 12, 2011
Last Updated on February 12, 2011
Kate P. Lamb
Calgary, AB, Canada
AboutEnjoy reading and spending time with Nature. Studying for my BA as of Fall 2012, then hopefully onto graduate school to become a Naturopathic Doctor. Published poet, working on a fiction novel and ano.. more..