Pain Poem by shaquitta brown

I ask in still I get the same thing

You never know what you want

You never know how to go about doing things

What is a girl suppose to do when she stuck on you

But

I hate you for the thing you say

I hate you for the things you do

Most of all I hate you for just been you

You’re not the one I need

You’re not the one I want

If you were the last man here with me I’ll only have cats for friend because you see you’re not the one for me