A Tired Conversation

You talk to me

As if you are always right

And I have nothing to say

You call it a conversation

But it's not a dialogue

I sit and listen to you monologue

I respect you

So I sit and listen

Sometimes

Especially lately

My patience wears thin

I can't keep listening

When you are silent

And expect me to wait minutes

For you to find the right words

Words on a topic

That is trivial in the end

Why did it even matter

You're tired of being interrupted

I'm tired of being treated

Like I have nothing to say

Like I have nothing better than to sit and listen

Like I have no value

I listen because I am kind

And I care

But does that occur to you?

Or am I always supposed to sit

And listen at your feet?

You would say that

"Of course you can speak

I want to hear what you have to say"

But do you?

When you interrupt me too?

Where did you think I learned such a habit?

Why do you think I have to interrupt to be able to say one damn thing?

I am sorry for interrupting you

In that, I am sincere

But I am sorry that you don't care enough about my thoughts to listen to them or to act like I can never understand you or that I have nothing to say that you haven't already thought of.

I'm sorry you can't see my value.

And that

Is why I am so

Tired.