I see you enter into the room,
What crazy idea have you imagined now?
that you think I'm doing or done.
All these things you accuse me of
could hardly be done by just one.
But still your accusations keep coming
your imagination soars, but why?
Why do I waste my tears and time,
why do I even try to deny?
You have already decided what's right or wrong
you wont listen to what really IS,
so why night after night do we go through
this accusational quizz?
Don't you know your words hurt,
bruises rained on my mind.
You throw them as if they were fists,
you couldn't possibly be so blind.
Yet time after time I read your words
pouring acid upon my wounds,
a heaviness aches upon my chest
as yet another argument looms.
I am meant to be the strong one here
yet you bring me to my knees
no matter what I do
I just never seem to please.
If I could just walk away
it would end the persecution I feel
but being without you would be far worse
for my love for you is real.
© Em-beth
