Is It That Hard

Is it that hard? I tried, I was civil, Even pleasant; I asked about your stupid jeep When I knew all about it, I answered your few questions Very nicely and thoroughly; You asked about my interview, I told you, Later you mocked me, Why cant I say Or do Anything right in your eyes? I admitted my wrongs, My failures, But when I asked you Outright You denied Wouldnt give a straight answer I shouldve known; I listened to it My 18 years and one day at home; I expected it I was told it would happen But still I had hope That maybe you would soften Maybe you would give a little But no, You couldnt even do that You couldnt admit you are WRONG You are cruel You are twisted You are so messed up You are pushing your family away And you must know it; Its so obvious But you cant Or wont see it. I dont know what to do; I try, I call, I meet you And accomplish NOTHING. I dont want to have to do this Im so tired of it My own mother is terrified of you My little brothers And my beautiful sisters Are scared To do anything You dont approve of; Youre killing them slowly Like you did me, Thats why I left; Thats why I ran; I couldnt take it; They will leave too; You will be alone, With no one to control, No one to abuse, No one to tell your rules to, No one to manipulate No one to listen to you, Your lies, Your critisism, Your bullshit; Im done; If you want to change, If you will admit to being wrong, If you will attempt, Im willing And ready to see you, Im ready to see my family again, But not you; You are an ogre, Youve said it yourself. (Sarcasticaly of course) Im waiting for you; Is it that hard?