Goodbye

You are obviously distracted,
in such an unpleasant sort of way.
I don't wonder what it comes from.
You should hide your head in shame.

I don't need to tell you what I don't approve of.
I don't need to hear your excuses and denial of what's up.

You know what is frustrating.
Any day might be the last.
I am just debating if you want your future or your past.

You've reached the limit of my cool.
From here I only know,
that every little mistake of yours
will become a hardened stone.

And when that rock is big and heavy,
I will put you down.
You will beg me not to go
when I say its over now.

Goodbye.