To Them, We are the Problem

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They wonder around so distracted-like;

The words going over their heads

But the words that never seem to go over their heads

Are the ones said by us

“We’ll be out with friends, we’ll come back soon”

“Out, with the boys, we’ll come home soon”

“One of my friends’ is having a party…”

We do this

Misconceptioning the ones we hold closely to our hearts

Those trinkets we mishap with fractured souls and open wounds that we rub in with salt

We try

To tell them how we feel

And why we feel as so

To us

They never seem to listen

To them

They understand

Try to, at least

They wonder what it is

That makes us so enraged

But then it’s them the ones that get really furious and frustrated

When we tell them what the matter is