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.