I think I'll try a ranting poem like yours lover -
I know you work hard, I know you do your best, and I know more than anything your feelings get put to the test. But you hide behind hypocrisy, bad luck, and sad eyes, so it makes me wonder how often you're full of lies. I can't hold a secret, this everyone knows, and I'm sorry if I hurt you, I hope it shows. Please don't pull blame my idiot or think it's his fault, the truth is I chose this the moment I got the call. But I'm still in your bed I'm still in your home, I keep you warm, I keep you fed, I keep on making the godamn bed. I know you're smart, I know you see, so take a good long look at me. I'm on the edge I never left it, Fear looming in my mind. Sometimes it's easier to write what you feel than say it, there's a debt coming I have to pay it. I've ignored my soul too long, I've lost out on the songs that once rang within my heart. I don't think you get that, you don't really see all the holes you've raked through me. You wonder why I want to leave, all that I hold dear you've always made fun of. You can't stand my family, you can't stand me. What is there left for you to see. I'm two parts of one whole, the good and the bad, the happy the angry the sweetest sad. You make me feel worthless in all that I do the moment someone else steps into the room. Don't you get it? Don't you understand? I try and I try but you watch it and laugh. But I still love you and I can't make myself leave. If it wasn't for that I'd have been gone long ago, it's the real reason I deal as far as I know.
