Territorial.

Never a word,

That I thought would describe,

Myself.

Yet, here I sit,

Feeling it.

It's wrong.

I know it is.

Like my anger is wrong.

Who am I to say,

He should be mad at her,

For failing to wake up early,

And take care of him?

Who am I to say,

I should be mad at her,

For the same reasons?

Who am I to say,

That I deserve to take care of him,

More than she does?

Only he can say.

Only he should say.

So why am I suddenly,

So territorial?

NOTE: I dunno. Starting to feel like I'm being replaced. Then I feel like it's stupid that I think that way. Then I get mad at myself for being stupid. Then I write poetry. Lol.

SF