The Backfire

I asked whether you were safe walking alone in the dark. You spun me in your pool of lies.


I apologized for who-knows-what reason. I even took the initiative to explain the real situation to you. But you attacked me repeatedly and stubbornly, insisting that you were right as you always were. Sorry, you weren't.


I gave you a smile, hoping to lift your spirits. You bashed me yet again, while stubbornly saying that you were right. Saying that I was wrong. Saying that what I did was not nice. Saying that smile was uncalled for.

I brushed it aside. I apologized again for no reason. Gave you a bouquet of flowers to wish you well on your trip, but you screamed at me. The complaining and whining never stopped. You keep telling me the pain you are going through. Self-inflicted pain. Complaining to the world of how well you deserve more pity and attention.


I give up.


You can just wallow in your own sorrow and self-pity for all I care.

" The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me." ~ Eminem, Mockingbird.