Me, Myself, and I
Waiting and waiting is all I seem to do
but, why is it so hard and all I do is shoo?
Shooing, pushing, avoiding.
Pushing people away that want to be close,
my doctor says I need another dose.
Medication I don't want to take,
all I want to do is be alone.
I'm happy with myself,
I don't want anybody else.
Enjoying my own time and doing what I want to do,
not having a man to answer to.
Seeing my best girl friends,
asking who needs a boyfriend?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world