When we fight
We dont listen to each other
You dont hear my words
Because you are shouting over them
I mean it is not like you would hear me anyways

When we fight
I speak in my regular tone
Which is a small voice that no one hears
And always end up talking over

When we fight
You dont listen on purpose
you need to get your anger out
by hurting me to make you feel better
Even if it is not my fault

When we fight
You yell and shout
Your body language is angry
Your eyes want to cry

I dont know why
Maybe you cry when you are really mad
Or maybe you are thinking of why you are mad
But the reason would not be because
You are hurting me


When we fight
It hurts us both

sometimes I wonder
Who am I?
am I an artist?
am I a writer?
am I a background character of someone else's story?

Why can't I figure me out?
If God won't tell me who else am I to ask?