Crush

I have a crush on Tommy, mommy.

I have a crush, you see.

I just can’t quite bring Tommy

To have a crush on me.

I stole all his coloring books,

I flicked him in the ear,

I laughed at all his paintings,

And now when he comes near,

He calls me all these names,

And he steals all my snacks.

He colors on my stuff,

Then he pokes at me and laughs.

I don’t know why he does this.

It’s like he doesn’t see

That I’m mean because I like him.

But why is he mean to me?