Anna L. Williams
September 20, 1998
(Inspired by the movie The Joy Luck Club)
I don't know why I give my peanut butter chocolate pie.
I don't know why I believe that I must try.
He samples it and wants more
And I hand it out, but what for?
Perhaps in hopes that one-day I will be adored.
Not anything is offered in return to me
Save the smile I have created,
The smile I have received
Maybe sometimes a "thank you", or a slap on the back
But never an, "I love you,"
Or, "You must have put a lot of work into that!"
I think all day of ways I can please him
Even after the sunlight starts to dim.
My desire is to be near him during my free time
But when I am with him, I pretend that all is fine.
And it seems that he is not aware that love is on my mind.
Yet, I still give in hope of something more.
But he takes me more for granted, and considers me a bore.
I have pondered about him with all my heart,
I have meditated about him until it has torn me apart.
God knows that this is not how a lasting relationship starts.
