Kami, nande…?
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Why the hell
Can't I ever get it right?
Why the hell
Can't she ever understand me?
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I try so damn hard to make this work
I try so damn hard to talk to her.
It never works.
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The words come out
A jumble, a flight of confused phrases
And she takes 'em the worst way
Worse than I could ever dream.
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What is this nightmare
I am stuck living in
What is this nightmare
Can't we both wake up?
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You ask me something
I try to be honest
I open my mouth—
And it all goes to hell.
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I didn't mean it, didn't try,
Never wanted you to cry
Why, oh God why,
Can't I just go and fly
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Away…
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Why, oh God why,
Can't I just say
What I mean.
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A/N: Yet another thing I share with the doggie-eared guy: foot-in-mouth-itis. At least with him, it's fairly consistent. With me, it happens just rarely enough that people don't expect it, so I get pounded for it from most. It's the rare person who knows me well enough to know not to recognize it and not take it seriously…Unfortunately, that list does not include my father, nor does it include any of my teachers. You really don't want to know what prompted this beyond that.
OH, and yes, this isn't really my typical poetry. Been listening to a lot of alternative rock lately (yay for finally finding a good radio station for that) and it definitely colored this.
Hope you liked it anyway…