fancy that...

...you won't stop talking.

I just don't get it. If I say something, you don't like it and you tell me so. If I don't say anything, you still find something that you do not like and still yell at me so. Either way, I am dealt with an endless tirade. What am I to do? Is the fault in me that was tried methods of conformity or in you that yields the same expression either way. I find myself at a loss because of your efforts. How great.

Your voice is just an irritation now. All it ever signals is a very long winded complaint, especially one that kills my soul with your accusations. You,apparently, are the only one that suffers. You are the only one that makes sacrifices. And you are the only one that has to put up with attitudes. Well, you poor thing. The whole world is only out to get you. I'm just another bump in your journey now.

You forget, I can last. To no credit to my name, I have fortitude. I can last a siege longer. Can't you recall? Even he, the mightiest with his iron will that struck fear into your heart succumbed like a dog with its tail between its legs in the face of my resistance. Incorrigible? I think not. Firm? Possibly. Strong willed ? I do believe so.

So try me. Try me. You won't win. I've had my mind set on leaving but you just make it worse. Don't you see ? I think I can. Your fear at losing me grips you but the means you act only drives me further away. Foolish doting for the wrong reasons.

So try me, really try me. I've just gotten started. All you ever do is yell and scorn and judge. Your voice annoys me because nothing good ever comes out of it. I hate it.