I stood there, you were bathed in Maroon, but it was not your color,
As you went on about Five
and Fingers and Rolling
R's and I
And my throat throttled
This is when I know
I have days where I feel like a weakling
Is it my fault I cannot teach you how to type,
Or your fault you are not learning
To walk outside of the boundary lines?
This is interesting. It has an odd sort of flow, but I think that is what got your personality into the piece. And your title drew me in effortlessly, and your word choice was basic, yet I find it hard to believe anything more indepth would not have been as effective for your message.
Thank you BlueJay... as each new day dawns, I keep discovering love is more complex than I thought the day before. This piece is pretty much my anger, frustration expressed in calamity as I felt myself teetering on the edge of madness...