Why Is She Mad At Me? Poem by Jeff Taylor

I don't know what I did,
and I don't know what to do.
It seems that everything I've done
is asking for trouble.

I tried to be nice,
but the anger began to show.
I tried some sarcasm,
you can guess how well that goes,
I tried silence,
she didn't like that at all.
Now I've got no options,
and it shows.

I just want her to be happy,
and to let go of the past.
I just want her to be quiet
and forget all of the gaffs.
Now I am just a man,
stumbling, I suppose.
Why is she mad at me?
I guess I know.