A Visit With Myself

Hello how are you?
Don't tell me you're fine
because I know when you lie
and creepy as it may seem
I even know your thoughts
so just try to fool me.
Nice to see you still think about me
now and then at least.
Yes, it is nice, get down to business.
Why did you throw sand
in your best friend's face
back when you were seven?
That's not fair,
bringing up the past.
Oh, touchy are we,
but it's part of who you are, right?
Shall I bring up other examples then?
How about the kid you kneed in the back
when you were sledding?
The one you boxed too hard
when he only wanted to spar?
Or beat up over nothing?
Okay, so you got me.
I had a mean streak back then.
Why?
I just did.
Not good enough. WHY?
Because I wanted them to feel what I felt.
Are you satisfied?
No, hungry.
Milk and macaroons?
That would be fine.