Poetry #55

It hurts being guilty
When you point it at me
Even when I was being silly
Did you ever thought
of making me happy
All you want is to be glumy
Instead of being cheerful
Your words hurt deeply
You’ve changed a lot
I miss the old you dearly
But time has gone rot
stop being mean to me
Stop judging everything you see
You’ve bewitched my days
Turning everything against me
I have enough of this madness
I want to go away and feel happiness