Why Did You Do That… Poem by Alyssa Wanii

Why did you do all that to me?
Why did you get my BFF and I in to a fight?
Had I made you mad, or were you just jealous, I will never know.
For a couple of months I had no true person to talk to, who would understand where I was coming from…
But if that hadn’t happened I probably wouldn’t have grown–up and faced up to change, so “Thank you! ”
Why did you let me slip so far away from my parents?
It has taken me up to the last couple of weeks to notice my behavior toward them. I am their first born, their first girl, so why am I like this?
You’re my 7th grade year… aren’t you supposed to lead me in the right direction, and tell me all the logical reasons why?
Well I shouldn’t blame you for that, I guess it only happened so that I could grow stronger, and learn to not always rely on my parents for everything.
Why did you let me get so into the relationship with him?
For those 2 weeks I thought, “I now know the feeling of being loved by some one who is not a friend, or family member.” Still to this day I miss the feeling of his hugs, the warmth of his skin, his personality, and the feeling of his lips on mine.
Why did you let him think that way?
To think that the relationship was just a joke, that it didn’t really mean anything. My only wish…
*To wipe away all the memories of “us”; both bad and good.
*To wipe away clean the tingle of his lips on mine.
Well I guess I should thank you again, this was just another event meant for me to grow stronger and to grow stronger relationships with the true friends that I love.
Why do you let me show few of my many faults?
My faults like waiting for him even though I know he has moved on, and is not coming after me. Like acting rough and tough at the wrong time, and keeping everything inside, but letting it all out to only specific people. Like being picky, and more.
Well actually I should once again thank you, for if I don’t show my faults to myself and others, than how I will be accepted be other people and myself I don’t know.
Why did you let all this happen and more?
I thought you were to be my guardian! I’ve changed for the better and for worst. Sometimes I’ll be going the right path and decide to go off the road and see what’s going on or to just be alone.
Why did you let change happen?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Okay so I’m going a little over board in only bringing about the bad things you’ve done, because you didn’t just give me bad experiences, you gave me small, but memorable, good times, like…
Sitting on the neighborhood sign talking to my BFF about everything, making promises to each other, making friends, learning more about myself, having the chance to be in a relationship, etc.
Thank You!
Thank You!
Thank You!
Now as I fold you and put you away as if like a shirt or a pair of pants, I ready myself for the New Year, and a new friend 8th grade. But I hope someday to open you up like an old scrapbook, and share you with my friends, and family.
Thank You for it all.