I’m getting tired of writing these monologues in my head
Over and over again I write them!
Only to become so aggravated that I cannot speak them
Even in my drunken bliss
I am tired of repeating myself
Over and over again

The things I long to say to you but do not dare
These are things I must keep to myself
And you must figure out on your own
I want to yell at you! I want to scream at you!
Throwing my fists electrically through the air
But it would do no good
You would shut down and not listen
Yelling would get us no where…