What is left to say,
at the end of the day?
Loneliness left to spare,
or words that contaminate air?

Why am I always caught chasing clouds?
Caught off guard not holding ground,
weakness the center of attention shall oppose.

I stay away,
since my apologies I often pay.
I never understood your intentions,
through your walls I can't see clear.

I never will say a word,
for my mind is always blurred.
And although my speech always slurred,
you were also quite absurd.

Abuse isn't always easy to accept.
Especially if it's not to expect.
Whether verbal or physical,
the bond is atypical.