You’re mad at me for speaking, you’re mad at me for holding my peace.
You’ll speak to me when I respond with sympathy and hear your sob story.
Can you just take a hint? You’ve worn down my sympathy piece by piece.
Yes, I know what you’ve been through, but that is not what I see.
You’ve taken your past and made it a free pass to run your life to the ground,
You’ve decided to hold on to a child’s grudge for all of these years.
Have you realized you’re the only one who is all the way down?
You’ve drowned out complaints in a pool of beers
You say you hate your job? Then quit.
You say you hate your family? Move out.
I turn my music up to max when you have a swearing fit,
and I pretend I don’t hear you shout.
I’ve listened to you so many times, I’ve held you while you cried,
and I hate that I am done because I never wanted to give up on anybody.
But I am done, find someone else for pity find someone else to confide.
I’ve listened to the same thing for years and years and what have you done?
Bewailed your fate and blamed everyone around you until you hate yourself.
If you think leaving this home you call hell will fix this, then go. Leave. Have fun.
But traveling won’t take you away from yourself.
There is so much anger in you that beauty does not exist in your world anymore.
My chest hurts when you’re around and if I told you that you’d curse the world even more.
I’ve seen you scowl when you see people smile at the things that make them happy.
I’ve seen you roll your eyes when someone laughs with pure joy
You have stared me down when I speak of the things that have made me, me.
Advice, instruction, wisdom, logic…all of these do nothing but annoy.
You hate your successful brothers and sisters because they are not like you,
they fought their pain, they stood above their battleground and they are fighting still,
and you know you are capable, you know that you can do it too,
but you are so caught up in your own head that I don’t think you ever will.
I cannot hold you, I don’t have enough pity to give you,
because I am struggling with my own demons too.
I wish you well, I wish you the will to fight
and I hope someday the darkness inside you lets you step in the light.