Who are you to tell me,
that what i've done is wrong...

I tried to write a poem with all this hidden...
But it just wouldn't flow whilst I was thinking...

You may attack me with hatefulness
With your squinted, judging eyes...

The stakes are high
My chances are slim...

I'm sorry if I'm not being clear,
But it's not yet clear to me...

Arrive and be nice
I am fragile and weak...

Swallow your pain,
Wipe the tears from your eyes...

I admit that I've missed you
I admit that it's true...