Post Mortum

You telling me,
You are a private person.
And you just can't like others
Open up.
And oh, my dear,
What is truly awesome
You're blaming me
For struggling so tough:
To not by any chance
Just hurt your feelings
By accidental words
That have no meanings,
By stupid chatter
All that doesn't matter.
I guess I'm at fault
For meaning better.
You are SO private, dear,
That is clear.
How dare I
Intrude in your domain.
And I've been growing
Lately just too weary
With my dissatisfaction
To remain.
I think I'd go.
Diagnosis-Post Mortum.
The patient, it is clear,
Not worth of strive.
From now on
It is all you, my dear,
It is all you...
You and your private life.