“What do you do this for
this seeking attention
The suddenness of the question
the stab, the pain
what had I done so wrong?
“You are passing signals
allowing their thoughts to go berserk
what fun arousing their imagination?”
I kept wondering
how wrong could a smile be
sharing a laugh in the tragedy of life!
I conjecture at the perceptions
how environments, upbringing work
the ease of raising a finger!
“Your conversations, darling
mean a whole lot more
take another perspective
dig in a little more
There are signs, little diversions
things can get a little shady
don’t dig your own grave.”
I pondered, reflected, introspected
“How could words be so twisted;
intentions turned topsy turvy”
Guilt, shame, utter pain
my eyes couldn’t have cried more
a blatant blame onto me
Stepping back a little while later
recalling all I had said
the message I wanted to imply
I stand in front of a mirror
stare; peek into; ask questions
Guilty? At fault?
I get my answer.
No, I ain’t an attention seeker!