Lights

Just a poem about people who have made me be on my toes since they were always off and on with me

Stop?...Go? Am I stepping out to get run over?

 

Or am I crossing the road to get to the other side?

 

Why spin me, pick me up, then abruptly put me down?

 

Push me away, and contemplate me with a frown?

 

Lights green; you're smiling in my eyes

 

Soon as she walks in, you're wearing that wretched disguise

 

You are two-faced on completely different days

 

Always have to worry about looking both ways

 

Afraid to cross you, otherwise feel your rage

 

But why am I the one to tread carefully in your lane?

 

Yes, I like to walk in the fog

 

Feeling mist on my skin and unknowing of what's in stock

 

But why are you here, dropping smoke bombs as I walk

 

Knowing you haven't loved me all along?

 

Why is it you can look at me one way?

 

Yet suddenly change gears and hit the brakes?

 

I don't have to deal with this so whoa, you need to swerve

 

Because the direction you're leading me in is one I don't deserve

 

I can do better than driving off of a cliff

 

Oh those are yellow signs???

 

Great... cross at your own risk