With the things I do
Day in and day out
In almost every waking moment
Trying to meet that line
Maybe that's the borderline
Of possible
And testing patience
No matter how hard I try
Do what you ask of me
Get by and through
It'll never be enough
Not for you
I try, I do something nice
Then you turn is around
Weigh on the day
What you say
Poisons my mind
Stumble and hit the ground
Tell me what you find
So I can understand
Just what it is that drives
This deep poke and pry
Into all I do
As always
Never good enough for you
Once
Just once
Can something I do
Come without a lecture?
Can it, instead
Come with feedback
Rather than an unforgiving pain?
Can there not be one good night?
Day without a fight
Of a sort and of course
A day without plight?
Do any of my words
Make sense
Or do they merely fall
Upon cold deaf ears?
Will you hear my plea
To let me be
Just let me go
And heed it so?
Do my words
The vastness of them
Have any effect?
Do they not linger
In that mind of yours?
Do they not have meaning
Nor reason when it comes to you?
Does anything I do
Within these cold, chilling walls
Hold any significance?
Do my efforts mean but a thing
To the likes of you?
- Jay M
November 13th, 2020
To the one who I live with who never seems to understand, nor even hear me. To the one who has to pick apart my day, finding any reason for me to be restricted.
