My Feelings About You

by Taylor Fry

You can be as delicious as my favorite chocolate,

who then turns to a sour green apple.

We play a simple game of basketball

I try to teach you what is wrong

but it ends up in a fight knowing you are right.

You push people around like you own them

but you never hear what’s being said behind your back.

Why my brother I say I love you

but I never hear the same from you.