Hug
You’re right, you’re right
I hate that your right
I hate it
you know why?
because I knew the answer even before you answered
I knew it, I did
You tell me to tell you, why I was crying
so you can help me
but can’t you see it
I know the answers already
why do you think I choose to be dumb
even when I would ask my cousins for help
I knew what they were going to do,
but what I actually wanted them to do
I knew they would never do
I just wanted a hug
….the thing is, you can’t help someone who already knows the answers
This poem is about:
Me