I have sat and listened to your problems for hours
I was open minded and saw every side to this struggle which was brining you
down
Not saying a word I quietly understood why this was such a big deal
In some ways anyhow
The whole time, every pause you never once asked me how I felt
Never once asked me what I think
You just let me hang there absorbing all your nagging until you were
comfortable again
When you had nothing more to say, I told you what I thought, Why I thought
this, And usually why it upset me
How can you be so weak? Take control of your life; Stop hiding underneath
glares and backstabbing
You are just as worse as anybody else is! What makes you think you deserve
the respect, especially from me!
This is so immature how you act, how you go about resolving things
I can not take it! To be in your presence is killing me. Worthless at mind-
Constantly.
Apparently this is how you were raised. Apparently you and I are very
different.
You rant and rave about the physical pain you endured. As if it was a great
block in your life.
HOW I ASK YOU! I SHOUT AT YOU WITH PASSIONATE ANGER HOW!
Yes it may have hurt.. For a week or so. How does that make you stronger
than anyone else?!
Honestly how does it... As you sit here breaking down in the palm of my hand
over mere disagreements. How can you let this sense of failure burden your
show. Do you not care about the impute you put upon others?
Or is life just an annoying re-run for you. I think not.





This was written out of pure spite, And if you understand the feeling I had
when I wrote this and have expiernced it, more power to you.
 
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