Why does it bother you so much when I stand up for myself?
Then berate me when I let things go?
Why is everything I do so unsatisfactory?
I can’t even see you as a person anymore.
Just roadblock I’m trying to avoid.
Who is perfect here?
I don’t aim to be.
I sure don’t aim to please you anymore.
You say I’m mean now…
Nothing about me is different.
This is all beginning to feel, more and more, like a you problem.
One that you don’t want fixed.