I'M Not Even Mad

What you ask me is along the lines offensive What you perceive of me is directly your own intention When I don't give you what you please I'm only problematic But when I'm at your feet you tell me I'm the very best at it Your words are not romantic, but rooted and systematic You're much smarter than what I'd like to admit And you use that to your advantage, To bring me down to your level To believe being treated this way is normal You see I'm not mad, just disappointed There's a difference And this could've been avoided