Not Alright

This is an old poem that I had written when I had been in this really bad relationship. I just found it.

Baby, there are things you do

That are not alright

 

You lie and you cheat

You don't come home some nights

You say things that make my blood boil

You hate everyone and everything

You never listen and always talk

You're always wanting money

Just so you can go and buy drugs

 

Baby, don't you see?

The things you do

Are not alright with me

Reviews

[deeps]

Drugs are horrible, horrible to the bitter core.
I am so sorry if this real.
This is written with strong emotion.

[Kira]

Hm...You can feel the emotion coming off this piece, but I think it needs to be stretched and rewritten to get the absolute most out of it.