Why am I so selfish?
I should think more of her.
But instead of seeing what could be
I'm being so immature.
I know she's truly suffering.
That should be my main concern.
Yet all I seem to think about is...
''Will she ever learn? ''
Her lungs are black as tar.
She needs help just to breathe.
Hearing that she'll smoke again
makes me simply seethe.
She knows what she is doing.
She's not a little child.
I thought that only young people
did stuff that's dumb and wild.
Don't set aside the oxygen
so you can have a smoke.
You're dying right in front of me.
This pain is not a joke.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-am-i-so-selfish/
