You are confusing

With your strange ways

You leave me musing

When something harsh you say


I think I've finally gotten through

We share a joke and laugh

Then suddenly, it's like I don't know you

Your words are like a shaft


I admit I haven't helped things

I have my own anger and pride

In that, we are like two rings

Entwined, and hurt inside


We argue almost all the time

And I wonder why you should even care

You act like it's a crime

Just when I am there


Just today, we harmonized

And for once, I wasn't shunned

Then the cold came back to your eyes

I wondered what I'd done


Sometimes I just want to hit you

For being such a jerk

Our arguments are nothing new

What is it that you shirk?


I know my anger will soon gain the upper hand

I will say what I do not mean

Then nothing I can do will smooth the sand

From the hurt I will so plainly see


Yet am I the only one trying?

Today, I thought we could get along

Yet you sent those thoughts flying

By proving I am wrong


I know we never were friends

We've always bickered and fought

But angry messages are the ones you send

And there goes the peace I so often sought


For now, you leave me guessing

By speaking right out of the blue

With my emotions you are messing

Then you're angry when I yell at you


I wonder what you try to see

Are you trying to break my barrier?

Are you trying to see the real me?

Your words just make me warier


Often my anger is all consuming

I want to lash out

And you leave me fuming

When you and I do shout


Sometimes I wonder

If you have any feelings at all

It seems the world could be torn asunder

And you would care but small


Soon there will be no turning back

Our hate will reach a climax

That's why I want to stop the smack

Before our calm facade starts to show the cracks


Full often do I hate

The way you're so conceited

There's no way your bossiness would abate

But I know I will not be defeated


You tell me to be nicer

To stop using my sharp tongue

But are you really wiser

When you are just as wrong?


This poem is the result of stressing grades, finals coming up, a regular idiot whom I'm always fighting with, an English teacher who goes on and on about similes and metaphors, and reading Shakespeare.

So, it's just this guy that is so conceited, bossy and such a jerk that I hate him.

Don't hold my depressing poems against me, they need to come out, and I'm just stressed. Once it's summer, I will be much happier. Vive la summer!