Why do they do that?
Is he ever gonna change?
Did he get it from his family?
They’re all pretty strange.
Why do they do that?
He knows I can’t stand it.
I’ve begged for him to stop.
Will he quit if I demand it?
Why do they do that?
Does he like to make me mad?
Does he think it’s all a game?
He reminds me of my dad.
Why do they do that?
Is it something in his brain?
Why can’t I figure him out?
He’s driving me insane.
Why am I like this?
Wondering things I’ll never know.
Should I stop wasting time?
Should I learn to let go?
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Poetry, The Woman in Love
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