How can the one who is supposed to care
Make you feel the way you do now?
You’re used to smiles and laughter
But there’s only tension when they’re around
One day there are high spirits
The next they are torn down
A back turned to you…mouth zipped shut
They no longer wish to talk
Anger, sadness, and issues
All displaced onto you…
There are other means of self-defense
Why is this the one that they choose?
It’s like the blame is all yours
Everything is your fault
And here comes their wrath
Now you’re alienated from them
Because they want nothing to do with you
Even though they may have been wrong
There is no looking back…
No apologies…
No reservation that wrong was done
They feel like the hurt one
They make look it too…
Because this is what you’re used to
On the outside you show confidence
While inside you have not a clue
Of what you should do…
They continue to act the same
While you aim for a little change
Fed up with all treatment
You accept the fact that you are no longer needed
If this is what they want…
Then…
So be it…