Bitter Explanations

I’m met with questions I can’t answer
Without pouring out a self
That drowns in a resentment bitter
Thinking how much you are yourself

Black Hole

There’s a hole in the door
That you fill up with stories
Of how aggrieved you truly are
No one fixed all of your worries
They tiptoe around your collapsing star
And how cruel of them, the villains
Who kept your life from being full
But it’s you who embraced those darker feelings
And it’s you who made the hole.

Skewed

I always figured that you noticed
Or maybe I just never thought
But now I can’t unknow this
It’s a problem that we’ve got

I took it for granted
That you thought about it straight
I didn’t like much where you landed
But I prefer friendly debate

But you, you’re only angry
And now you’ve given a good look
At the skew you call responsibility
When it’s the one thing you never took.

Disagreement

Of all the things that I don’t know
The greatest just might be
How not to let it root and grow
When we disagree.

Sympathy

I can’t summon up the sympathy
You give plenty to yourself
And have shown repeatedly
You’ve none for someone else

I should argue there’s a little
That I’m just too close to see
But when you’re being this you
It’s that much harder to be me.

Worst Case

I thought the worst of you
Not for the first time
You have made your points so clearly
And I have made them mine
How I hate what I’m becoming
I hate the hate that makes it so
That much should push me to be better
But how? I just don’t know.

Tainted Love

I don’t know how I’m supposed to be.
I know you never wanted me,
And it’s only gotten worse;
I’m a part of your curse.

So am I supposed to take your part?
Are we supposed to have a heart to heart?
I don’t know what to do;
You think I never wanted you.

But all I want’s for things to turn out fine;
Yet there’s so much pain, and it becomes mine.
So if I try to keep our worlds apart,
It’s because that’s the only way I know the fighting doesn’t start.

Ostensibly Civil War

Even in times of peace
I’m only waiting for the war
Old wounds ache at a glance
Towards the people I should care more for

We’re all guilty of having thought
On one side or another
And in the end we all are caught
In the war of brother against brother.

Script of the Mundane

There is nothing sweet in this sadness
No drama in the tragedy of this tale
No monsters, even not so monstrous
No heroes who don’t ever fail

Only humans not always trying
And resentments who can say are wrong
Even though we all are slowly dying
Still this life sometimes feels so very long

Disagree

You see the world in black and white;
How much I’d love to disagree!
But then I’d have to show to you
The dark in you I see.