What have I done this time?
Have I wrongfully committed such a scenario that's as pointless, meaningless, and insignificant as your soul?
Have I made a mistake so intense, that you must create a never ending rant about your ignorance?
Has my modest and considerate manner disrupted your life of atrocity that you treasure?
Has my dedication and honor made your lack of sense tumble into even less?
How has my love and gratitude for you made such an impact on the way you resent me?
How has my honesty and reason create an evil aura upon yourself?
Do you know that the kindness and devotion I willingly offer to you helps you stand on your feet?
Do you know how much aggravation and affliction I must withstand to help you prevail?
Who must I become to be good enough for you?
Who had done this to you, to make you do this to me?
Why must you always raged at me, when I am trying to help you?
Why must you always become this force, that wont back down?
Why must you always contort words and make them seem thousands worst?
Why must you always suffocate me?
