Unconditional Love
Red #1
Entry #2
2-23-12
Are you really gonna start this now?
Do you want me to take a bow?
We just got home
Now I’m stuck with you
In this imprisoned dome
I’ve got no other choice
But to hear you nagging voice
About him, her, and them
And especially me
I’ve learned to ignore your impudence
But your yelling and your paranoia
Has put me off the edge
I’m sick of your mood swings
I’m sick of your stereotyping
I’m sick of your exclamations
I’m sick of your illusions
I’m pretty sure you’re sick of me
Now I’m sick of you too
What do you want me to do?
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