the oppressor

I was hoping you were going away,

To start a new life ,

I thought you would be gone

By the end of may.

The things you do,

Causes my dismay.

 

What do you gain

By causing pain.

You cant just restrain,

And hope you will gain.

 

I was hoping never

To see you again,

But yet your here

In my face

Getting in my space.

Cant you just find another place.

To show your disgrace.