Insensitiveness

Insensitiveness

Apologies dear friend for extolling what's in one's mind.
This mind that at times, knows not when to quit.
Running riot most times, that what's in the forefront of her mind
Good or not, extolling banal words without thinking
This Obtuseness in her that she spoils everything
Of those that befriend her, with questions after questions?
One's mind in turmoil trained has not in containing one's thoughts
Keeping them under control, to herself.
Grow up one must,  taking responsibility for one's acts
But the ambiguity in her minds, mind, running riot all the times
With thoughts unbecoming,
This upfront beggar inside of her will be the ruination of her
All the things that she says thinking, not obsessively
Must be a bad sort, when extolling certain thoughts
Much too late for tears, but her hearts weeping.
The stupidity of this being, that knows not when to quit.
So my friend you better keep your running boots on
At all times, you'll never know when you'll need it
To take to your heal's and run. Again
A she-devil, she must be those thoughts she can contain not
Running through her mind, such fun she was having
In her defence must say, this uncontrollable being that's her
Maybe sympathy she deserves not when her mind runs riot.
As tears flows openly...
You need not her insensitivity in your life
Better stick to comments made happily
Where it started.
Soul in turmoil she is, otherwise, how should she behave
As she's been behaving, like never.
A screw loose she must have or not as she ramrods without thinking.
A little badness in her life was missing
How otherwise would she go foraging in conversation
With those, she knows not..not really
Of conversation, she was starved in her life from those that are near.
The friend virtually she knows not, how could she ask such a question.
Control she can not what comes pouring from her thoughts
Cause she's not the boss, of that being living within her.
Apologies she asks, from the friend
For her insensitiveness

                         By Connie James