Ever-Growing Concerns (The shortest poem I ever wrote)

If my ever-growing concerns for her makes her repel from me,
Tell me, when should I stop?
If the fact that I’m worried, is the reason for me to be sorry,
Tell me, what have I done wrong?
If the fact that I can’t support her in her wrong path, be the point on which we disagree,
Tell me, which should I drop?
My conscience or my loyalty?


// just a short one i had in mind. it has a certain someone as the reason i wrote this...But its definitely not totally as it sounds in the poem. :)