Why??

    Why?

 

Why do you look at me, but never talk

Why do you never critizie me when I'm wrong

Why do you try to make me laugh

Why do you try to impress me

Why do you not freak when I do something crazy

Why do you make me feel good inside

Why can't I help thinking about you

Why do you say you always play it cool

Why do you say you don't like me

                              Why?

Author's Note

I'm kinda going through this so it may not make any sense at all, but I guess this is how I feel right now. Free to reviews.

Reviews

[Sianna Reader]

I think everyone can say they've been through this strange situation. That kind of "boy likes girls, boy doesn't want to tell girl, girl is confused" scenario. I think the answer is staring you straight in the face. You've let all this raw emotion out and now you need to relax. You've added a great poem to your profile.

Good luck.
Sianna xxx

[Aspiring Angel]

Great write and quetions that run through the mind of young and old alike.

Blessings,
Lesa

[Creepy Swine Guy]

It's what we do ... as men or as boys. We like you ... but we are afraid of you. Well not so much afraid of you as afraid of how it will hurt if you don't like us back. As you get older, we'll make more sense to you ... but not much.

By the way ... it was a wonderful poem.

[Emily B]

You already know why. No use asking the question, sweetheart, you'll never get a sensible answer anyway.

This is a great write.