What a rich snotty kid she was
from when she came to be of age,
making you think she was better in her early years
as you get to know her more by the day.
Her teenage years were shaping her up
to become the rudeness she is today
trying to cover her eggshell interior
with a so called strong exterior
built with piles of 3-ply cardboards
looking like an unwelcome project,
to cover up secrets which feel complex, but aren’t.
She smiles when you give her flowers,
but if there’s a tiny thing as a bee
which might put her off,
she’d just dump those flowers in the bin
without a possible concern for what you might feel or think.
I tried to understand her, know her better.
She probably tried too.
I can’t take away the credit from her,
for all the monthly meetings she sets up
and turns up on time on most months too,
but only says what she has to say,
does what she wants to do,
at times knowing she’s being unreasonable.
How do I explain to her,
may the universe give me the strength to,
tell her that she’s become an even bigger
pain in the posterior
in this new Covid world?!
24shades 