Seems to Suit Me Well.

"Anger is the place in which I dwell;
it seems to be
the place for me;
it seems to suit me well."

I don't mean to be a witch,
but I can't help to be a b#tch;
I just want what I can't have.

You'll never know
the lengths I go
to try and impress you.
You have no idea the things I do,
and the work that I go through.
Every day I bend over in some direction,
to try and find just a little of your affection.
I'm doing right angles, but I think you're obtuse,
so it's no use.

Some times I want to give up on this,
but I remember the things I'd miss,
the few things that bring me bliss.
So I'll never give up on this.

I'm frustrated with myself
for not having the stealth
to keep up with you,
and everything that you do.

I have this tendency to scream,
and to get a little mean,
when I feel like I'm alone;
when I feel like I've left your safety zone.
I'm just used to being close to you,
and I'm afraid that everything will fall through,
and I just...
don't want to feel like I've lost you...anymore.

Sarah Gammon ©
07/09/06

Thanks for reading -xxx-.