Why?
Why do I have to have a reason?
For not liking someone
For not liking something
Have I committed some kind of treason?
Is it in or out of season?
Why does the world care so much?
About what I do or don’t like
Just let me live
Maybe I’m just tired
Tired of all the social hierarchy
Tired of competing over nothing I’m keeping
Weeping for something that won’t matter in a decade
Just leave me alone
Let me go home
To the things I care about
The people that will be there for me
Why do you care who I spend time with?
It’s my time not yours
You want to be bored
Or miserable with your situation
That’s fine. It’s your time
But don’t yuck mine
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Comments (2)
"Let met go home " Love that line and love this poem!!!💕♥️♥️
Sometimes it just is what it is & there's nothing you can do about it. And why should you, unless of course, you're causing real harm?