Flightless Strife

A poem

I’m mourning this slow motion train wreck
We have barely spoken today, what else did you expect?
You’re hateful, condescending, brash and wild
Yet somehow I’m the one who is always acting like a child?

 You yell at me, suggest I am stupid and act like I don’t care
When I’m still hanging on, hoping things will never go there
You’re mad I don’t satisfy you and how I have closed my doors
But why would I be interested when you just act like I’m yours?

 I’m not catering to your needs when I’m left feeling worthless
You are never kind toward me, so how do I deserve this?
I have followed you through the best and worst of this life
So how do you explain this constant need for flightless strife?

 I will no longer give you the satisfaction of seeing my tears
You have no sympathy for me, but you’re quick to poke my fears
I may be inattentive and selfish toward the lies you’re always selling
Now what else do you expect when all you’re doing is yelling?