Bothered

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April 2002 Poetry

Why is it,

that when I want,

to be left alone.

Someone always bothers me.

I can’t think,

without being bothered.

I can’t breathe,

without being bothered.

I can’t sit by myself,

in solitude,

just thinking,

without being bothered.

I just wish,

to be left alone,

and to not be bothered.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 4-9-02.

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I like this poem.(bravo!)