Angry

Why I am angry

I am angry because once again I trusted, just to be disappointed.

Because once again I am left with questions more than answers

Because my words mean nothing, my actions even less

I am angry because you never recognized your shortcomings, but you always wanted something in exchange for your sacrifices

Because you came after me after a couple of years assuring me that things were going to be different this time around

Because you pushed me many many times into doing what you wanted

Because I think you think I am stupid

"------ people used to joke hard duty, I just kept the picture, but never looked at it anymore" In all honesty that was something that I didn't think you did

I am angry because time is going by so fast and I am still at the very same place

Because year in and year out everything is just the same

Because you try to manipulate me like I am an idiot

At first you tell me you will change, but then you just go back to the old you

I am angry because there are so many women out there, why did you have to come back to the one who broke your heart.

Why did you insist in the first place?

I am mad because I feel a kind of pain that seems unbearable

Because you could never see it in my eyes what it meant to me to try and love you

Because you expect me to be upbeat and happy all the time and you think you are the happiest person in the world

Because of the so many times you made me doubt myself

Because you never really got me

And you never will

Because you were never really close and open with me

You are secretive

Because you just don't see you live in a box and you won't accept help not even from the person you claim you love

Because you never cared about what I love the most

Because dancing tango with you became a nightmare

I am angry because at the end I am the one who is getting old alone trying to understand people's irrational behavior 

I am the one you blame for 

Always turning it on me

I sometimes wonder if it gives you pleasure to undermine me and to confuse me

To create such misery

Blowing hot and cold

I am mad not because I focus on the bad

I can't remember the good because that would be asinine

I am mad because you never really got to know me deeply

And I could never surpass your glass castle

And I never will