Understand?

I'm probably a living contradiction because I'm constantly face with huge contradictions.

Stick an ice pick in my eye if you think it’ll make me better

Just don’t say a word about the bandage when we get together

 

Twist my words, laugh about them, and call me repressed and a prude

Continue to treat me without decency and then call my reaction rude

 

Talk loudly with your big, dumb words and then call me shy

Say you care about what I’m saying but don’t look me in the eye

 

Say that I’m ruining things and that I should just stay home

Then yell and chastise me for wanting to be alone

 

Tell me that I need help and guidance and try to hold my hand

Then bash me on the forehead because I don’t understand

 

I don’t understand

Reviews

[ZaZa]

Wow. This is really good. Your rhyming flowed perfectly throughout the poem. I really enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing. :)