How, what, when, where, and what the hell is it all about
These are all the questions I’d like to figure out
Figure out the answers line them in a row
Shove them down like sugar pills and understand the how
How is it that I am here and the one who should be not
Did all the favour come her way quite free or simply bought
How is it that I am punished and she is laughing still
How is it that I’m strapped down and fed the bitter pill
The pill of knowing innocence yet forced a guilty stamp
her mouth quite free to waggle yet mine is firmly clamped.
So answer all these questions, or at least please give a clue
So I can find some peace of mind
and finally understand in time
how she’s killed this my world of mine
and when will she be through.
When you have been the victim of harassment for three years, been screamed at, accused of stalking, all because you asked her to stop flooding your apartment with pot, and when you finally cannot take it, and you finally write an angry letter, and the person who has harassed you convinces all those around that you are the “bad one,” somehow it all seems wrong, and you feel alone, and your world seems shattered. So you do what you know, write a poem.