I don't want to see what's yours staring at me
When I open my drawer
I am dismantling my life
I see the handwriting on the wall
You lied to me, and it hurt
Now I'm supposed to be
endlessly professional and circumspect
after you slashed my face with your tongue
you expect me to remain calm
as you put another lie in your file
as you can't find a single thing to like about me
as I do for you, but you never thank me
but pretend I don't exist
and take it all for granted
and criticize and lie and try to get away
with more
You can tell me lies
You can take from me
and give nothing back
I'm sorry dear
I don't feel circumspect
It's the only thing I could think of doing
to rid myself of your presence
to free myself from baseless accusation
that I'm supposed to take as nothing much
and be maligned and act professional
and still I must take the higher ground
because that is the only thing that will save me
from your confused attacks
if you feel cornered, the abuse will unleash
Why must I fight to get the truth accepted?