**sometimes Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

sometimes inting doesn't
want to believe me anymore,
that's okay, i don't care

sometimes he is confused
and asked me of things i don't know,
that's okay, i'll answer his questions

sometimes he feels short-tempered
towards me and yelled,
that's okay, i'm ready to understand

sometimes he's upset of me,
due to my foolishness,
that's okay, i'll ask sorry

and sometimes he is glad with me,
for i served him in his capriciousness
in that i'm not okay, i'm already tired,

i already have a headache,

and will that still be mind?