You don’t leave the room you leave that for me to do.
I can speak, but you filter the words you hear, don’t you?
No matter how calm I am if you do not like the words I speak
you think I am screaming obscenity’s at you while you respond all meek.
You make me out to be irrational, you make me out to be impulsive
but have I ever told you that you were ugly when you were just trying to live?
You say that I argue because I dislike what you say, well in my defense
I didn’t know conversation is synonymous to arguments.
I hate that I can’t converse about our days with it turning to a fight
but I hate it even more that you will never believe you are not right.
My words will never reach you, my pain will never affect you.
But you cry to your people as if what you said to me, I said to you.
Perhaps one day I will tell you all of this, maybe one day I will speak my mind
but you will shut your ears off when my words are not what you want to find.
When you repeat my words they mean the opposite of what I said
and if I try to correct it you close your ears and shake your head.
Ten minutes with you is a year in pain
why should I ever try speaking to you again?
I don’t know why
but foolish me will again eventually try.