Thoughts and Things

Never

Oh, you go on and on

about how upset you are,

about how angry you are,

about how busy you are.

You can't shut up about how I never do anything, 

I never help you around the house unless you force me to,

and it's not difficult to see why-

I mean, nobody wants to do anything nice for someone

who acts like a child when they don't get their way.

Even if I did everything you wanted,

even then,

I know damn well you'd expect more.

I can't please you.

But what on earth makes you think

that I want to please you?

You can't shut up about how much the little things I do

make your blood boil,

and you throw a fit if I forget the slightest thing.

But why?

Why are you telling me this?

Are you appealing to my feelings,

to my guilt,

to my self loathing?

Are you trying to shame me into listening?

If you are, you're wasting your breath.

You can't appeal to my feelings

if I have none.

You can't shame me

if I don't care.

And I don't.

What on earth makes you think I want to please you?

What makes you think I care about your feelings?

You sure as hell don't care about mine.

You think I care if you're disappointed in me?

You think I care if you're embarrassed?

News flash:

I don't.

Do you know why?

Because you've never cared when I was embarrassed,

you never cared when I was disappointed,

you never asked why I was upset 

and you never waited to hear my explanation.

You never tried to understand me.

You just scream a little bit louder,

like you're going to drown me out.

Fine.

Drown me out.

Pretend I don't exist.

I've pretended you didn't exist for a while now,

and it's done wonders for me.