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You don't understand me,
I don't know if you ever will.
That's the exact reason I don't tell you anything,
Because your words can kill.

It's really hard to tell you things,
But eventually it comes out.
Then you yell and scream at me,
And all my hope turns to doubt.

You tell me it's because your worried,
But I just can't believe that.
I don't think it was that big of a deal anyway,
But if I told you that, you would step on me like a welcome mat.

You treat me like dirt,
You don't love me at all.
I can take care of myself you know,
Maybe I'll leave and never, ever call.

My friends listen to me better than you do,
Thats why I call them all the time.
Then you find out and you get mad,
And you tell me that I'm not worth anything more than a dime.

Then after all the bickering is over,
You feel bad and call me in.
Naturally I'm crying,
And it makes you feel like you've commited a sin.

You tell me your deeply sorry,
Then lie to throw me off.
But I'm smarter than that,
I know that sarcastic koff.

After the long chat is over,
I go to my room and finish my cry.
I try to figure out what I did wrong,
But all I find is a long *sigh*

I'll try my best, I promise,
I'll try not to upset you.
I really do love you very much,
And I hope you can find it in your heart to do so too.