Wrong, Sir

You’re always here with me
Yet you’ve not heard a word I’ve said
I’ve forgotten how to just be
Can’t you get out of my head?

All I want to do is think
And all I feel is dread
You appear in just a blink
Just please get out of my head.

You’re here
You’re there
And at the same time nowhere.
I can’t take it much longer
If only I were stronger
I’d force you from my thoughts 
Can’t you see it’s just wrong, sir?

There is no escape
Even late at night in my bed
It’s something I’ve begun to hate
I just can’t get you out of my head.

I brush my hair
I go to work
I worry about what I wear
You make me feel stupid
To embarrassment I’ve been led
Yet I don’t even know what I did
Just get out of my head!

You’re here
You’re there
And at the same time nowhere
I can’t take it much longer 
If only I were stronger
I’d force you from my head
It’s all just so wrong, sir.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Mazzone Avatar
May 18, 2009 at 11:49 AM
This is for Paul Stacey - Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and comment on it. In this poem I was talking about the effects that sometimes the person we love can have on us. In this case, I was speaking about the metaphorical "him" in my life who was driving me crazy because he was constantly in my head. Thus the reference to "sir". I hope this clears up any confusion there may be :)
Stacey Avatar
May 18, 2009 at 8:04 AM
i really enjoyed reading this, then the sir bit worried me a little bit- perhaps im taking it too literally. Would you be kind enough to clear this up for me please?
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