Clueless
I don't know why I keep going back,
Not to the one I despise
but the one who is suppose to help.
She argues with me,
and doesn't get it
But the one I despise
Somehow I go back to her because,
She understands me,
even though I sometimes despise her
She is a good friend.
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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