Patience

Is there a reason you act like such a bitch to me?
A reason why you can treat the rest of the world like gold,
And then walk all over me as if I'm not better than the dirt you walk on?
You're still so childish, nothing has changed, and it's quickly getting old.

You're cruel and selfish, there's no denying that,
And I hope you feel guilt in all the pain you've created.
You must be sociopathic, what else would explain your lack of regret?
It's like you're a wild animal on the loose, and you need to be sedated.

If you think you're getting ansty and pissed off,
You should take a look at me!
And I can't blame you for all of it, but you have to realize you're at fault too,
And that not working it out isn't going to make you happy.

The least you could do is yell back at me,
Instead of being so angrily terse
Because that angers me right there,
And your pompous actions only make it worse.

And then you have the nerve to act like everything's cool,
When deep down you must be feeling frustration or something like that.
No, I don't know you, because like that theory of yours, you changed,
But explain why you have to block me out, and not even tell me where you're really at!

You can't keep avoiding it,
I mean, you'll have to face it eventually.
And until then we'll only get angrier, things will get tense,
And I won't be able to wait around anymore so patiently.

Goodbye is such a harsh word to be using,
And I doubt you want to hear it too.
You may think that it's all about me, that it leads right over to me,
But in case you haven't noticed, in the end it comes back to you.

Just listen to me; I'm just loosing my patience...