I believe you’re snooping through my shit again
Digging and digging
Nosing and nosing
Who the fuck knows?!
While I sleep, I hear you wander around in my room
What the hell are you looking for anyways?
Maybe you want something to read
Well then, read this
Do you see me going up in your room?
Going through all your personal things?
I don’t even step a foot in your room
Maybe you’re looking for a reason to be angry with me
Like that time you thought the glass in my room was filled with Dad’s juice
I still laugh about that, because your dumbass ended up drinking paint water
Oh my god! The truth is being set loose!
If you’re so desperate to be a drama queen, go ahead
I couldn’t care at all
I’ve put up with years of your shit
I am fuckin use to it
Seems like that is all you want
The tears in your life
You can’t live your life without turning it into a soap opera
You can’t live your life without wanting to hurt people
And if you read this
And I hope you do
If I’m asleep
Get the fuck out of my room
Why the fuck did you enter?
You could still do laundry or whatever
Without entering my room
Stop nosing around
Because maybe, just maybe
This is exactly what you’re looking for
Something to piss you off
A poem right here
Just to say fuck-off
You won’t find what you seek to see
A lousy excuse to take it out on me
Copyright © 2002 by Pooks