I Tell You A Story Instead

So I was going through my notebooks and found this poem that I wrote ... I'm going to say seven or eight years ago, because there's a line that indicates that it was when my dad was unemployed. I don't think I finished it ... because there's a started verse on the next page ... but I think where it ends is fine enough.

And there was a specific person that I had in mind that I was talking to when I wrote this poem, one of my sister's friends.

You hurt me the last time I told you,

The last time my true thoughts I said.

And you wonder that I never share now,

That I tell you a story instead.

You don't know the sorrow that builds up,

The tears that are so far unshed.

I don't want to tell you about it,

So I tell you a story instead.

You point out my flaws with a vengeance, 

But your critique sinks my effort like lead.

Yet, to your own flaws you never will listen,

So I tell you a story instead.

I don't tell you about all my worries

About how next month we'll be fed.

Instead, I tell you of nice things.

Yes, I tell you a story instead.

I'm told to not be a gossip,

For that is how rumors are spread.

I won't tell you the tales of another

I'll tell you my stories instead.

You say that I live in a dreamworld,

That near to the clouds is my head,

But I can't tell you what truly bugs me,

And I tell you a story instead.