"i wish i had something to do"
i say hoping you will understand
"you could always clean my house for me"
you respond and i realize you dont
"whats wrong"
you question half an hour later
"im overwhelmed and i just need to do something"
i whimper trying to avoid the oncoming tears
"its not that big of a deal jesus just go clean"
you respond insensitively
and so i cry leaving the room
"you better be getting up to clean"
you state as angry as you can
"why cant you just understand i'm having an attack"
but you cant you only think i know how to
clean