The Argument

Tell me again, what I did to offend you. Tell me why you tried to break me.

There was really no end to this, because you made things the same but different.

Calling me names; how childish.

Talk to me calmly.

You can’t?

Oh no.

It wasn’t my intention to begin this.

But you’ve started something you’ll now have to finish.

Please, tell me again, what have I done?

Nothing really.

I don’t see the point of this, but carry on your shouting.

Tare me down, but I stand tall, your words are meaningless phrases of insecurities.

Oh, you think I’m joking?

Well, I’ll have you know

I’m not.

You say you’re such a scientist, then prove this wrong, I dare you.

Tell me something I don’t know, what I do will surely scare you.

I know more than you think on the subject which we speak, you can’t run now, I've got you.

Caught you telling lies, and being kind, all at the same time, who are you?

Tell you one thing that’s for sure, I do not understand.

But hit me with your words once more, you’ll never win.

You can’t.

I have sorrow on my side, you’ll never make me wilt.

I’m already wilted, but you cannot see the tears in the eyes of someone who is drowning.

So tell me more, how awful I am, and tell me I’m not pretty.

Tell me you can think of many people who are more healthy.

But no one fears the things I do when all is said and done.

Your actions and words cannot be undone, the guiltiness I feel.

I cannot express how much this argument really did affect me.

I’ll tell you one day, but only if you’ll let me.