Guys

some guys are jerks,
some are sweet,
what the hell happened?
can't they be gentlemen?
instead they more like scared boys,
run and hide,
there nothing to see,
i'll take care of myself,
are you jealous?
don't be,
i don't need you!
i got me,
that's all i need,
are you mad?
don't be,
because in the end,
all i need is me.
Copyright © 2009
2-10-09

poem by Mona Martinez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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