Make You Think

You wanted to talk,
About my issues,
My problems,
My writing.

I want to talk,
To anyone but you,
About my problems,
My poems.

You say that I'm insane,
That's right I am,
I'm nuts,
I'm loopy,
But no no no,
I'm not crazy enough to talk to you.

In class you stab your hand,
I stare at you,
"Don't do that!" I yell
"I'm just so angry!" You scream back.
Yeah, okay then. About what?
Did your pencil stroke in art fall out of line?

You say your bullied.
Behind my hand I scoff,
Bullied,
As if,
Your all some sad talk.

You piss me off so bad,
You make me mad,
You make me want to hit you,
When you grab me by the arms,
And shake me hard,

Instead I play it cool,
Push you off along with my ridicule,
One of these days,
I'm going to tell you what I think,
I'm going to make you think.