Why did you read my poems? They aren't for you This is an invasion of privacy Do you like them? They are about you What do they make you feel? They are about life Please don't tell anyone They are about truth and justice and love I hope you liked them and told all your friends how talented I am They're about sadness I'm so embarrassed Peoms end in lovers meeting Did you send them to your mother? I'm really not talented but one day I hope to be I listened while you called your sister, why didn't you tell her? I'm thinking of writing to a publisher I ran out of ideas I wrote three more today this is the depth of my soul, bared for you It really is a private notebook, you know I press my face against the door, you talk about the weather, your mother Poems end in lovers meeting It really is private, an invasion of privacy