A Waste Of Time To Think Of You Poem by Charlene Moralesbalintona

A Waste of Time to Think of You

I feel confused when you ask me something.
Their something in your head makes me wonder.
I was not born yesterday, so don't play games with me.
Are you trying to keep my attention thru others?
Why not coming to me directly?
You're trying to build a wall to avoid me.
But you're leaving a hole to peep me.
You follow every move I take.
And always listen to my footsteps.
Making a senseless sound that will surely distract me
And trying to touch my boundaries and provoke my patience
Are you waiting for me to attack you?
Well, sorry to disappoint you my dear
Because I'm normal in everything
And If you see me around quietly and still smiling at you
Because I respect myself, and it's a waste of time to think of you.