It's All You
It's All You

I'm so angry I feel nothing,
Your painful words
Are being shouted at me.
Another one of you complaints
On how bad things are for you.

You tell me I don't understand.
You say I haven't been through it.
I ask you now,
How would you know if I haven't or not
Because you do all the shouting.

A. Propst ©

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