The has to be something wrong with me.
That has to be the answer.
Of why she is so angry.
I've never seen anyone this mad.
I've never been more sorry in my life.
Worst of all I don't know what I did wrong.
It makes me cry thinking
That I'm the reason she is so mad.
I never meant to hurt her.
She is one of my best friends.
And I hate thinnking about losing our friendship.
Because it means the world to me.
I'm so sorry If I hurt her feelings, or Physically hurt her.
I'm sorry If I called her a name, or ignored her.
I'm sorry if I talked behind her back, or stabed her in the back.
Sometimes I do things without even knowing.
And if that apology isn't good enough,
then I don't know what else to do.
As I write this I ask myself,
What is wrong with me?
(This poem is to my friend USSA. I wrote this when she was mad at me. But we have overcome that and i know what i did wrong. I rather not say what it was. We are stilll freinds.)
