I'm inconsiderate, isn't that what you say i am
I eat you up like it's the silence of the lamb
every day you're a meal to me
even though you get to live comfortably
what's in your mind is all you're gonna see
everything at fault is all because of me
I am sensitive to peoples feelings too
so I empathize, turn around to be accused
of being the one, "the cause", the mental abuse
even though I try to see it from your point of view
you think I don't care and you say I'm unloved
while you are going undetectable hands covered with gloves
the spots where your prints should linger on my soul
there is nothing there so nobody really knows
all of the times that you've lost all control
chewed me up spit me out
made sure I knew my role
yes sir, no sir, don't speak until you're spo.......
Comments (1)
This is a good poem and very true! Well written!