It feels like you hit me
everytime you yell.
You don't deserve my anger,
but I don't deserve yours.
I know I upset you.
I'm sorry for that sin.
I'll forgive you for anything,
and my life goes on and on.
It feels like you slapped me
when you slammed the door.
You know I'm upset,
yet you don't try to help.
Please don't run away again.
I have tried to listen.
And you haven't tried to care.
Written 3-31-98