You blame it all on me.
And with your double edged sword,
You shove it further into my hands
So that I cannot keep my composure.
And you wonder why I don't come to you for closure.
Do you think I like how it feels
When my chest flares up
And my thoughts are short?
You know it's not your fault
Yet you wear the burden like a heavy cloak.
And for the record, it's not okay
When you say you'll just not speak;
Pinning us against you when you couldn't be farther from the truth.
So when you rant and scream
Don't continue to alienate me.
Why do you back yourself
Into a nonexistent corner,
Claim we're attacking you when it's just your imagination?!
Keep on misinterpreting me
Because not many seem to care if I bleed.
I'll admit, I should think it through
Before I shoot verbal knives at you.
You're no saint, too.
Is it something in our heredity?
Because you're just as bad as me.
