Curse my caring soul. <br />I just don't want you to die. <br />It doesn't matter that <br />You've treated me like crap. <br />You don't have to go behind my back <br />And tell my secrets. <br />It doesn't matter that you <br />Don't care about your texting and driving. <br />You didn't have to drag our mutual friend into it. <br /> <br />If you knew, <br />If you even cared. <br />You'd pay attention to <br />The world around you. <br />Instead of only careing about <br />Yourself, Yourself, Yourself. <br /> <br />If you don't care about your life, <br />What about someone elses? <br />Your best friend who rides in your car? <br />The person who lives next door? <br />What about those kids that look up to you? <br /> <br />I wanted to tell someone <br />Because you don't listen. <br />Yes, I texted you mom, <br />I'm sorry I didn't look at the time. <br /> <br />I feel nervous about your driving. <br />I have a nepheiw and baby cousins. <br />I have my family and friends. <br />And yes, I care about all the people <br />Who've done me wrong. <br /> <br />The past is the past. <br />I'm doing something in the present, <br />To save the future.<br /><br />Melanie Weeks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-texting-and-driving/
