WHY?

Another Angst filled piece

Why




Why do I constantly mess up,
You start to be nice to me,
And I shove you away.

When I see you close-up,
I begin to think what could be,
If you loved me one day.

Why is it that every time,
When I begin to think,
Your name is always there.

Every time I come up with a rhyme,
And I go to write it down in ink,
I stop because you won’t care.

Why can’t I change your mind,
I just can’t be kind,
Because to my emotions you are blind.