frustration

frustration

It’s just prom,

he said.

Why is it so important to you?

You went last year!

I chuckle at his frustration,

but I want to ring his neck,

and I’m not even the girl he’s talking to.

How do I always end up in the middle of these quarrels?

Why do I always have such success in finding them solutions,

yet with my own life,

Everything refuses to go into motion,

and the quarrels were in constant rotation.

They are still arguing,

so now it’s time for me to try to make them understand.

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