In My Head

Talk to Me

Ever had those moments where people treat you differently and you don't know why? Familiar moments of having certain people give you the cold shoulder or act as if you've done something wrong; and yet you're here wondering to yourself whatever it was that you did to make them treat you like that. What have you done? What did you do wrong?

This is far from unsettling. Other than that, this is also something that's quite annoying.

You have a mouth. You have a voice. Use it.

Speak.

Talk to me.

Tell me whatever it is that I've done wrong to you. Go on and tell me what have I done to upset you. Turn to face me and tell me everything that pisses you off; everything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Explain to me why you're acting that way towards me so that I would know. I would be reminded of my behavior. Then, I would think a dozen times before doing it again to you.

Don't give me the silent treatment. Don't assume that I would change for you just because you started treating me differently. Don't assume that I know what you're thinking. Don't assume that I know what you want. If you can't read minds, what makes you think that I can?

My dear, tell me. Tell me whatever it is that made you do this to me. Tell me what made you leave me like this; just wondering what I did wrong. You giving me the silent treatment and making me worry about what I should do to get you back; it's frustrating. I don't like it.

I know you have your reasons, but what I don't understand is why do you even hide them? I don't get you. What do you want me to do?

If you don't tell me what's wrong then I'm left here thinking that maybe I'm your problem. I'm left here to assume that everything about me pisses you off and makes you uncomfortable beyond reason. After that, you can't expect me to come running to you; no. Me with my anxiety and inferiority complex, that's not going to happen. I'd be here thinking that maybe this is for the best. I'd be here thinking that I'm a burden to you. I'm nothing but a weight on your shoulders; that's why you chose to act like this. I'm left here thinking that maybe you would be better off without me. So why would I force myself back into your life when you've already shut me out?

But look, I value your words. I value your thoughts and opinions. I would listen. I want to hear what troubles you and I want to help you with it. I want to put you at ease and in return I hope that I can be at ease as well.

That is... if only you would just talk to me.