You apologize for everything—even though it’s not your fault.
And I say it’s okay.
But now that I’m hurt, and I find you at fault
I won’t be “okay”
But that’s all that you want me to say.
So what. Tell me what to do.
Because clearly, I cannot even be a robot with you.
I cannot express my emotions.
To filter my rage,
All walls ascend
--NO happy, NO sad, NO pain, NO rage
I cannot be broken,
Supposedly you need me too much for that.
I cannot React.
You say I can’t take offense.
I can’t yell.
I can’t Disagree.
… … … … ….
I cannot identify myself.
--You say that I’m genius.
I know that I’m gifted.
I mention possible shortcomings.
--You don’t allow me to try and diagnose.
I’m tired and I want my life.