David Graham

You say I am boring

yet you want to be with me,

today,

yesterday,

tomorrow,

all the time

you say that you’re snoring,

whenever you’re with me,

but you keep coming back,

each time telling me:

“Why can’t you be more fun.”

At times I feel like

you’re shooting me

with a mental gun,

trying to force me to be

who it is you want to see,

which never seems to be me,

yet each day it’s me

you come to see,

be this person you say to me

time and time again,

then you will be fun,

and I try my best,

but it’s never enough

because what you want

is to have a rave

with me as your slave,

you want me down on my knees,

saying yes sir

whatever you please.

Well I say no more

look in the mirror my friend

and you will see the real bore,

your logic, not mine,

you tried to change me,

instead of supporting me,

you tried to break me

instead of helping in making me,

to me that makes you a bore,

that means from this day forth,

you’re not welcome anymore,

because from this day forth,

I’m going to be

who I want to be,

me.

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Thanks to all for reading, I truly hope you enjoyed this. This poem was inspired by an ex-girlfriend, who, whenever she didn’t get her way, would call me boring. To anybody else in such a situation, the exit door truly is the best route!