I'm sick and tired of your constant whys. <br />Hurt myself, stumbling upon an open wound. <br />Covering the truth for a bunch of lies, <br />You made it easier for us to be misunderstood. <br />I'm trying to find a way out of smothering ties. <br />The future hopes might stir up the mood. <br />Silence is the answer to your whispers and cries. <br />Just think of your goals, doing what you should. <br />Even if it hurts, I'm happy I'm alive: <br />There are a lot of simple things I do enjoy. <br />Vertigo ain't the reason you cannot dive. <br />Destiny's using you cleverly like a toy. <br />Embarrassed and sweating, I can't give you five: <br />Deep inside I am also the same little boy. <br />Addicted to bad manners and all that jive, <br />I wonder how time can both create and destroy.<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-manners/
