Think

A poem i wrote Oct.4,2009 when i was really upset.

What are you thinking,
When you say those things to me?
How are they supposed to help,
When all they do is hurt?
You want to know why,
Why I do the things I do.
I do it because of that.
Because of Things like that.
Words.
Words that you say to me.
I can tell,
You don't understand.
And why should you?
I'm just a stupid teenage girl to you.
I don't do anything.
I don't know anything.
So why should that hurt?
That hurts more than you know.
Maybe even worst of all.