Do You Really Care?
Do you really care that I am hurting?
Emotions that you try to hide by averting.
I wish I could believe that you care,
if I say anything regarding us, you take it as a dare.
Taking your verbal bashings as if they were serene,
something I unintentionally did to you, acting mean.
We used to ask each other with humor "who's a thug"?
acting it out as if we were taking drugs.
I never understood until it was too late,
the clairvoyant damage I was causing, spawning such hate.
Guess you can't love me like a wife should,
standing alone feeling misunderstood.
I'm sure you feel as I do to some degree,
scared to communicate your feelings, living like a banshee.
Love and understanding is all I ever thought I gave you,
endured yet challenged by a different point of view.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2007
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