If I Could write...

A Poem by Tara Ghorm

If it could write to me, I'm sure this is what it'd say. o____O

I’m not where you think I am
I’m hiding over here
I know that it seems rude
But this game is fun, my dear!

For all those times you’ve pushed my buttons
And dropped me down the stairs
I finally have something over you
That makes you pull out all your hairs

I’m under your bed
In your closet too
Out of anger, your face turns red
And of sorrow, it turns blue

No more bowing to your will
Not a single damn command
I don’t have to be held
By your greasy hand

P.S.
I still can’t believe you lost your Gameboy DS, you loser.