I don't know Why

I don't know why
I think this way
It all just comes to me
I sometimes even
scare myself
the way my thoughts entwine
he asks me why
I write this way
and sometimes even think
is it the people
I hang out with
he starts sounding like my mother
always hating
who I'm with
unless they are painfully polite
no one who curses
no one who screams
just people
who want to pass
I tell him
I don't really know
why I do this now
I don't really know
why I think things
that scare even me
I think I write these
to get out the pain
that I can tell
not a soul
I think I think these
to get back at the rents
for never listening
or caring about a thing I say
I can't stop the thoughts
or the urge to write
it just flows naturally
help me calm these thoughts
that race inside my head
and maybe some nights
I'll actually go to bed