What the hell are you doing?

Seriously.

I still look for you now and then,

Out of the corner of my eye,

Even though every time I do,

I feel that old urge to cry

 

I read your words anyway,

Though I know it’s not good for me,

Just so I can know your mind again,

And see how you’ve been

 

I read about your December,

And was a little touched,

But really, honey,

You’re just using me as a crutch

 

It’s happened, it’s over

And yet there you remain,

Lonesome and miserable

Your efforts in vain

 

You’re worth so much more than that,

Idiot, go do something with your life,

You’ve got so much more potential,

Than just making her your wife

 

If you’re thinking about me still,

Doesn’t that really show you're not happy?

Go make something of yourself,

Show the world you’ve got a little free will

 

You’re letting your life rot,

You’re giving up,

To your ‘fate’ concede,

Cause I still believe in you

Shouldn’t one person still believing,

Be all you really need?

Author's Note

Get on it.

Reviews

[zainul]

What the hell are you writing!
I can't run away from your wonderful work.
This applies to anybody including me.
Thanks for hurting so hard.
It may yield some positive result.

[B-poet]

This is a great message for waking up anyone who's going through a mid-life crisis. Great write. A thought provoking and enjoyable read. :)

[Acer]

I don;t know i liked your poem or not, but i loved your tittlle, because, i used /use it daily "wht the",
anyway, well written i loved it indeed, new flash it is i'd say.
loved here few lines,

You’re worth so much more than that,
Idiot, go do something with your life,
You’ve got so much more potential,
Than just making her your wife

If you’re thinking about me still,
Doesn’t that really show you're not happy?
Go make something of yourself,
Show the world you’ve got a little free will

....
nice stanza, but again i wanna say i loved you tittle.