I hate the way you cause my head to think the things I do,
my issues turn to concrete doubts -
and all scream that it's you.
But searching for a clear answer, when things just aren't the same,
just causes pressure, and then starts
an endless waiting game.
The problems that make so much sense when written on a page,
soon jumble up and get confused;
when yelled in bouts of rage.
now silence flutters freely,
and blankness roams the face.
I think I'd rather have a glare or hear you raise your voice,
than have to see you walk away,
and now I have no choice.
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