I Don't Want To Know
Don't you know
that I listen to both of you
bitch about each other.
Bitch at each other.
Don't you think I know
what all is going on.
Living in it.
Constantly reminding me.
Talking about it?
Did you think that would make me feel better?
Do you think any of it helps?
It doesn't.
All it does
is make it harder to focus
on subjects I already do poorly in.
Because who can study
when presently aware
of the turmoil they sit in.
If you want to apologize to someone
apologize to eachother.
Not me.
I have homework to do.
This poem is about:
Me
My family