Why Not Me

Why couldn't it be just me Said she, As she began to plea. When I told her, "no" Then when I left to go, But, why she wanted to know. I left her for another Which was my own druther, No more will I ever smother. Then at me she just stared Looking a bit worried and scared, Then at me she then declared. "I'm younger than her", she cried "I'm skinnier than her", she then did confide, "And I'm also prettier than her", which can't be denied. Why not me she then said As she was feeling confusion and seeing red, Why not me, instead. Then I stood up and I spoke As my senses finally awoke, These words and beliefs I did invoke. She's softer than you And she's also kinder too, And she's always there faithful and true. At me she doesn't scream or yell Or treat me like hell, When life for her isn't going well. She doesn't play those silly games Or ever calls me hateful names, Or shoots me down into flames. She doesn't tell me to shut up all the time She doesn't treat me like I committed a crime, Another man's steps she never tells me to climb. To me she does truly hear When I speak I feel joy, and I see cheer, She makes me happy for being here. My soul you did bruise As you did mentally and physically did abuse, That's why you, I did not choose. Randy L. McClave