I don't want to
talk to you two,
or be around you
when you're with him,
or tell you
I am afraid.
Your potent opinions
seep into each other's
and make loud noises
that ring in my ears
like a stone-cold
thunderstorm.
You care, you don't.
You're strict, you're not.
You yell quietly, you loudly speak.
Stop doing this to me,
I can't handle any more of it.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
I don't want to
talk to you two,
or be around you
when you're with him,
or tell you
I am afraid.
Your potent opinions
seep into each other's
and make loud noises
that ring in my ears
like a stone-cold
thunderstorm.
You care, you don't.
You're strict, you're not.
You yell quietly, you loudly speak.
Stop doing this to me,
I can't handle any more of it.
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