You make me cry

You make me mad

Why should I lie?

You make me sad

For some odd reason

I pity you

For some odd reason

There’s nothing you or I can do.

Do you have that right?

To take away what’s mine?

Do you have that right?

To take away such a precious

Think that it makes me shine

With such a thing

I’m happy,

I’m smiling

I forget myself

I can let loose

I can let myself go

Don’t’ have to hang on a noose

Everything else was for show

With such a think

I don’t have to hide

But you still make me sink

Everything is flooded inside

You took it away,

Do you have that right?

To take what I thought would stay?

To take what I like?

It was such a safe haven

But you the raven

Scavenging everything

Always had to take something

What could I say

What could I do

Why do you have to be you?

My mother

My father

Couldn’t you be some other

Kind person

Perhaps lending a supportive shoulder

Instead of making me shudder?

What’s the matter with me?

Does everything have to be A’s?

What is it that I can’t see?

My soul decays

Yeah I’ve tried

And apparently I can’t satisfy

So you take

What you can

To make me cry

To break me

Like a horse

I can’t be free

Do you have to do it by force?

I asked that you tell me

And you didn’t tell anything

You left me hanging

In the dark

Couldn’t even give me a spark.

What did I do wrong?

What did I say?

How could I stop my emotions

From overflowing

Over the brim of my eyes?

What?

I can’t even cry now?

I have to show you that you raised

Me to be strong

To be independent

To not need

To not succeed?

Apparently so

Don’t shake your head.

Don’t give me that glare

You’ve given me that warning stare

Since the first time I fell down the stairs.

Now its your turn,

Because I’ve learned

To return the burn

In which you left to churn

Inside the heart and soul

You ask who did this.

You, you set the example

And I followed

You say you never did the things

That I do now,

But you do now, and now is

What matters

Not the past,

Nobody cares about the past,

Because we live in a different country now

The days go by like POW

It’s as if your world

Turned upside down

Right? Because I’ve just dealt you

What you gave me

Perhaps it’s not fair,

But young fury

Is not very pretty.

And you let it burn and burn and burn.

You took everything precious to me

Fighting

Listening

Observing

Friendship

Love

Sports

Music

Here is the sequence

Of events

First, you yell at me

Scream at me

Stomp your feet at me

Point that finger at me

Asking me

“Why can’t you see

What I see”

Well maybe I don’t have your eyes

And I don’t have your brain

So maybe I can’t think

The way you do

Which probably doesn’t satisfy you

I certainly have your flesh

And I certainly have your blood

But I don’t have your mind

And I don’t have to find

Every corner of your mind

And make it mine.

Now do I?

Second, it takes hours and hours

For you to back off

But eventually you do

And eventually I finish crying too

But that doesn’t amount

To the fury even I lost count

But what happens next?

You come back

Five minutes later

Saying your sorry

Saying that you were wrong

To yell at scream at me

And you try to hug me,

WELL, what if I don’t want a hug?

What if I don’t want a kiss?

Not that there’s anything you would miss

But no I don’t want to touch

And I don’t appreciate it much

For you to contradict yourself

Just go sit and dust up on a shelf.

What am I to do

With you?

What am I to say?

How do I make everything

The way

So that anything

Is the right way

Am I always left to fend

For myself? Is there nobody

Out there who can mend

 My broken body

What is something if you always have to do it?

Constantly everyday every night

Every time

Boring

What is something if you always have to say it?

Constantly everyday every night

Every time

Repetitively boring

So what am I getting at?

Perhaps it is in fact

That every time you spit something out

It is boring or perhaps

Repetitively boring?

What a concept!

Oh my, never thought of that.

Well taking away my precious

Will make you fat with greed,

And fat without love

Nevertheless

I have to make my way

Through this house

 Through these years

To get to my home

I won’t answer that phone

And I won’t have to deal with that tone

To off I’m to go

With everything to show

That, no, I’m not that slow

And what you do,

Is actually very very low.

So,

I shall take my leave of you

Even if you won’t know what to do

I’ll tell you one thing

And it’s to move

The way your brain thinks

Out of that hole

Stop acting like a dirty mole

Kind of like a scoundrel

Will you make yourself full

Of nothingness

Or will you head my words

And transform into a pretty bird.

What I say might be absurd

But after what I’ve been through

You’d want to get it out too.