Non- Argumentive Poem by Edwina Reizer

You've troubled my heart
enough for this day,
So just what can you expect of me?
What is it you want me to say?

What you expect you will not find.
You'll only find a hardened heart
and a troubled mind.
For your words have cut me to the quick.
Surely you must know these words
have made me physically sick.

I can count these days one by one
when they come my way.
But I can't count the reasons
or ever have the last say.
For I am not a fighter.
I keep my mouth shut tight.
But one of these times I'll explode
and you can go fly a kite.