You want to talk to me, why?

Little Duck Man

You suspect I can speak to you

When you want to slit my throat

I can see it in your eye

It’s your aura I guess.

 

You sit next me

as some sort of insult presume

I can’t pinpoint why you speak

Stop insulting me

 

You hate my guts and yet you speak

I talk back

Nothing sounds right

Nothing is right, you hate me. 

  • Author: Little Duck Man (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2022 08:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: mmh
  • Category: Friendship
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