We're sighing because it's just all we can do, <br />We've tried all there is just to get through to you; <br />You say that you'll try to be better next time, <br />We're afraid that, again, you're just using that line. <br /> <br />You don't seem to care how much trouble you cause, <br />And between your mad antics there's hardly a pause; <br />You drive in the wedge a bit further each time, <br />Your behaviour towards us we see as a crime. <br /> <br />What you want out of life is a mystery to me, <br />You will never be happy until you are free; <br />Free to discover it's not what you thought, <br />This bed of red roses, so eagerly sought. <br /> <br />You're blind to the fact that this world's a tough place, <br />You may find it bitter when you've had a taste; <br />All those who would help you have done all they can, <br />You've rejected us all, every woman and man. <br /> <br />You have carefully burned all your bridges behind, <br />By the things you have said, they were very unkind; <br />Every knot that was tied you have slowly undone, <br />The web of your sorrows, yourself you have spun. <br /> <br />(Written June 1995)<br /><br />John Carter Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-re-sighing/
