Problems Poem by Angie Estrada

Problems, problems, problems
There is nothing else but problems...!
In between us there was a flare
But, on the outside it seems like you don't care

You talk to others but not to me
How else do you think I should be?
Do you think I don't mind?
I am not the jealous type but, what is mine is mine

We started too early, I believe
Now it is like I don't even want to see
All this is reality
And it is barely hitting me

We need to fix this
that is for sure
I hope to be able to call you soon
And we can finally be together under the moon!