At on time you were mad,
and you said that you hated me,
at another time you were sad,
and you said that you loved me.
but, you never seem to care,
always missing up my affairs,
always causing a mess in someone else's life,
but never fixing one.
you always say, "MOVE!",
but NEVER, "excuse me."
you yell and scream until you get your way,
and when you finally do,
you want something else.
you don't act this way all the time,
no not all the time,
just to me.
everyone else thinks that you're an angel,
they think that you are sooo great.
but, I know the real you,
you just never show it to them.
you yell at me when I express myself,
and yell at me again, when I won't talk.
you never make yourself clear.
you always, always yell at me when I do something,
or when I don't.
but, at least, I know, that way down deep,
you still care about me,
you may never show it,
and you may not care,
but if I don't believe this,
then who is to say that I will live another day?