I Was Seventeen

Why did I do this or say that Why did I walk on you like a floor mat, And those awful words that I did say How I wish that I could take them all away. I'm sorry for the awful things that I had done But, of course to me they were all in fun, I am so sorry for the tears that you had cried And for your pain, so deep inside. Why did I cause you to scream and shout And why did I always put your thoughts in doubt I still remember the mean things that I would do And still you would always say, "I Love You". Why did I believe that I was always right Why did I always want to argue with you and fight, And when you gave me those rules to follow Why were those rules so hard to swallow. Now I am a grown adult I now understand the pain and the insult, So, why was I then so contrary and mean I guess it was all because I was seventeen. Randy L. McClave