The Argument
Sometimes I think things are going all right
Then I discover I have near sight
As soon as I go beyond me
I've learned there is no guarantee
I'm subjected to all that is around
For wrong doings blame is found
It normally falls to my lot
Even if I'd rather it not
I try to stay stoic and understand
Even at times lend a hand
Hard to do when it's slapped away
Again and again, day after day.
Still despite my efforts to be calm.
I feel like I've stepped on a bomb.
I know what comes next, I hear the click.
Damage will be done no matter how quick
I try to defuse the situation or not engage
I'm still swept up
Brain beaten down by rage.
It's hard not to take things personally
When it seems people don't agree
When I'm somehow always found guilty
And they somehow don't see it's still me
The person they're supposed to care about
Hard not to become filled with doubt
Is it all for naught?
Forgiveness sought.
Too many words
Damage done.
Fighting happened
But no one won.
Arguing has no point
No purpose but to disjoint
To keep throwing me out of whack
Because I keep cringing,
waiting
For the next attack.
So many excuses
None of them good
Once again I'm told
I should have understood.
Maybe it is me
Perhaps, I'm not as bright
As I used to be
Maybe that's why I keep
Getting it wrong
No matter what happens
I keep wishing
We could just get along.
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