Dreaded+Question

He asks me the question I always Dread Anyone asking me these days.

“Who do you like?”

I want to slam my head On my desk And scream.

No, I don’t really care If he asks, No, not at all!

It’s just that boy’s guesses are So close to the answer Yet so far.

No, it isn’t the boy asking If you were wondering. Which I know you were. It just bugs me because I think he’s figured it out But is just Toying With me.

Seeing if he can get the answer Before giving it To make sure he’s right Or just plain torture me Until it’s over.