J.J

These Things You Ask

You ask me why I’m slouchy
You ask me why I’m sad
You ask me why I’m grouchy
You ask me why I’m mad
 
You ask me these things almost every day
But you never allow me to reply
You ask me these things in every different way
But the question your not asking is how I get by
 
You ask me why I’m so oppressing
You ask me why I’m so rude
You ask me why everything I say is so depressing
You ask me why I cop an attitude
 
You ask me all these without an end
But you never ask me if I’m alright
But you never ask if you can be my friend
So here I sit alone tonight

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