You

You sit there all jittery

Constantly looking around

As if you were in hiding

I tried to avoid you

But it wasn’t easy

Cos you were always watching

I didn’t talk to you

But you took it upon yourself

To chastise me in front of others

What is your problem with me?

What have I done to deserve this?

You always seem out to get me

You really do not like me

And I am not sure why

I so wish I did

You really hurt me

With your cutting words

But that's probably your aim

Jo Anne Kennedy

July 2018