So, I literally fished this out of my old notebook from when I was thirteen, for a good old throwback/ cringe. It's cliched, it's predictable yet we're all suckers for being told this stuff, aren't we? Imagine all the grandmothers in the world get together to recite this to you.
World Grandmother Association
P.S.: Also, this poem was initially called, 'Enter Cliche Here', just fyi....
Delusion, Denial, Demur and Distress
I couldn't handle all that mess.
I couldn't make it, why you thought I didn't care, I don't know,
I did, more than you could ever think of, I simply couldn't show....