Enough Mercy

I just got back from working on the moose project. Yesterday I hung out with my friend Madeline. I haven't hung out with her in a while so it felt great.

It seems to never fail,
it will always be this way,
until the very day,
when I will be gone,
I can whisper or shriek,
it doesn't make a difference,
she still shows indifference,
to everything I say,
I hate having everyone,
think she is just a saint,
she has no restraint,
for when she says her thoughts,
I will not hear it anymore,
her frivolous contraversy,
I will give no more mercy,
I have had enough.