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They're Mad, I Don't Know Why
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SlyGal5
Whyville Poet |
They're mad, I can tell, but I don't know why,
I don't know what I did, and that makes me cry.
What could I have done to make them so mad?
What could I have done that was all that bad?
I try to explain, "I don't know what did!!"
Could it have been a little white lie or a fib?
But they won't tell me, they just walk away,
Is this their way of making me pay?
I try to apologize, they don't even care,
They pretend as if I'm not even there.
They say "You've changed", what does that mean?
Changed for the better, worse or in between?
It's something someone told them, is what they say,
Probably a rumor made up on a boring day.
I think very hard, I rack my brain,
What did I do to deserve all this pain?
But no sudden answer pops into my mind,
It's like searching for an answer impossible to find!
The mistake I made was probably small,
Something that isn't worth all this fuss at all!
But maybe it's something I didn't see,
Something obvious to everyone but me!
I ask why they're mad, but they won't tell,
People say they'll forget and say oh well,
"I don't know what I did!" I try to say,
They say, "Figure it out in your own way!"
Aren't friends supposed to help to help each other out?
Through pain and suffering, loss and doubt?
That's not what's happening here though,
I tell them I'm hurting they just say so!
Is this the way it is supposed to be?
Me without them, and them without me?
SlyGal5
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