Annoyance

What do you do
when everything you say
never gets taken
quite the right way

When all that is left
is to roll over and stop
I keep on fighting this
yet never come out on top

This battle unending
I don't think she knows
that its even being fought
I guess I impose

In their perfection of happiness
I guess I don't fit
It's not quite my problem
but I won't take the bit

I'm sick of the orders
the new rules I must follow
She tells me she cares
but the words ring so hollow

When I cry they don't come
When I'm sick they don't care
It's always 'You're wrong'
It's to much to bare

In my room I do hide
till next time we talk
The conversational screaming
the idea makes me balk

Nowhere else can I live
that would be so convenient
Therefor to their rules I must bend
wishing they were more lenient

Cleaning dishes I didn't dirty
Dealing with things that make me sneeze
Saying nothing that will upset
Trying so hard to appease

Less then two years to go
till my salvation comes
Till then I smile and nod
as we pretend to be chums