It’s control for you.
Pick and prod.
Stir shit up.
Tear us apart.
You know every button,
Every point,
To ultimately
Turn me off.
Sometimes saying,
Something so sideways
It shuts everyone down.
No one wants a negative Nancy.
Came together to celebrate,
One love.
Yet for you,
It was not enough.
Children don’t always understand
The finer conversational,
Tacks.
Your under- compliments.
They are not funny,
They are not wanted.
Yet, you use them wisely
Pushing everyone away.
Complaining all the while.
When
No one
Wants to
Sit next to
You.
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