Even after all these years, you don't understand me; atleast thats how you make me feel
I keep things locked up inside, not showing at all what's real
I may tell you one thing-you don't remember or you forget
We end up in a huge fight- with both of us upset
The names you call, the way you tease, the tears you make me cry-
You always put the blame on me, when all I did was try
You tell me that you love me, yet, some things you say are mean
You always say I'm the one whose wrong when circumstances are unforeseen
I try and tell you my side, but you always think I'm lying
In the end, you must be right so why do I keep trying?
Take a look and listen at the things you do and say
Those around you see and hear,- but you seem to be miles away
There are times I tell you things and you acknowledge that you heard-
But when that time comes around you say I never mentioned a word!!
You hate for me to say anything, when I do, you say I'm not on your side
You twist my words, make things up- make me sound like I was the one that lied
In your world, you are always right- my opinion only counts to me
And as far never being on your side, that's where I disagree...
I try to make my point but to you, only yours is clear-
The only words you understand, are those you want to hear.
Why can't we work together & give me benefit of the doubt-
Talk to each other until we find what works the problem out?
You do not give me credit for things, so I bring it to your attention
But all you can see is the fault of me and that's all you ever mention
-Like when I sit and listen to you without butting in, or take something
right that you thought was wrong,and I try to make it right again
Disagreement about the kids, my way, your way, or neither...
When I do, agree with you, you do not notice that way either...
Maybe the way one person talks is not the way the other person hears-
Understanding is the key-but I don't understand why you don't understand me.......
Even after all these years.....

-§- 3/26/05
By Sheila May King (§weetcheeks §heila)
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