My darling I apologize for any inconvenience
But every thought must be analyzed before accumulation
And still every word must be spoken with caution

I have recognized the burden
And I have realized my overreaction
But my thoughts, the masked lies, cannot be controlled

Have you not yet understood, after all this time?
Perhaps you have not been listening to my explanations
Or perhaps my words became your understanding of a situation you could not possibly begin to comprehend

After all, this is the very reason it is so hard to talk to you
I must pretend you have given me the solution to all my problems
Because it seems you believe that broken glass can be fixed with tape

Maybe if I scream you will finally hear me this time
Then would you listen to every breath and every strangled cry
Until my suffering becomes clear?

Or will you again, fix broken glass with tape
And go about as if it is not still broken?