So Much More To Say Poem by Paula TH

Here it goes again. It's another sin. I can't even see you and I know what you are doing. You sin all week but it ain't me that has to explain it to St. Pete or Paula or Casper the ghost. I am the person you should have loved the most.
I look in the mirror and my thoughts are always clearer. It ain't me that has to wonder where I am going after I am dead. I don't do nothing to stop you all, all of you breakers of truth, who raised you in your youth?
My mother taught me how to love one another, about the rest of you..I can't say, each and every one of you just go your seperate way. I don't have time to play.
Games are for children and we are all older. Your so hard to deal with I would not even want to cry on your shoulder.
I am happy here in my house, you wouldn't help me if I needed it. Every single one of you to me is a louse.
I have so much more to say but why? It does not matter to you any way.