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 ~*~
I like this poem.(bravo!)