Things I Don't Do

I don’t hit you

I don’t call you names

I don’t sleep around

To you it’s all the same

I don’t smoke, do drugs

I don’t drink

I don’t gamble my pay

All the same you think

I don’t go to parties

I don’t stay out late

I don’t sleep around

And yet you start to hate

I don’t pay enough attention

I don’t give enough love

I don’t spend enough time

And that you let go of

I can write the words

But have trouble speaking

I can see my flaws

Too slow to change them

Is it too late

I don’t know

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.