Why must you be mad at me?
I try my hardest to keep you happy.
But it never seems to work.
You still get mad at every little thing.
And it hurts me to see you mad at me.
Why must you yell at me?
It scares me when you yell.
I just want to run away and hide.
Your voice is so strong.
And sounds like you hate me.
Why must you search me so?
You grab my arm to look at it.
It hurts sometimes when you pull.
It's like you don't trust me.
And that you plan that I will do something.
Why must you get so jealous?
They are only good friends.
I've known them so long.
I'd never be with them.
I don't know why you think so.
Why must you scare me so?
It's like you try to make sure I am scared.
You carry the pocket knife when you know I don't like it.
You yell and threaten to hurt yourself if I do something wrong.
It's like you do it to keep me in control.
Why must you control me?
You make sure that if I do something wrong I know.
You get mad at me so I come back to you upset so you can be the hero.
You threaten to do things when you know I don't want to so something.
You make it to where I can't do anything without your permission even if the choice is not up to you.
Why must you insist that you know everything?
I tried to do something but you got mad because I didn't show you.
You force me into showing you things I don't want to by making me feel bad.
You get pissed at me when I still won't show you.
And when I feel I can't come talk to you about certain things.
