Always badgering me about my clutter,
Finding faults in everything I do;
Not respecting my space or me for that matter
Makes me feel that, you cannot wait to say adieu.
Actions to put me in my place,
To show me I am just an option,
You may or may not choose to replace,
Solely herds me to the side of caution.
Saying I make mountains of a molehill,
Not caring about the things, that to me matter,
Rushes us on the path thats downhill,
Aiming straight for the gutter.
Planning all your vacations,
With people who isolate me,
Makes it clear I am not your destination,
Merely a pit stop or a sight-see.
Saying sorry, without meaning it,
Repeating the same mistake, time and again;
Simply gets us closer, to the day of split,
I fail to see what you hope to gain.
Not including me in the little things you do,
Alienates me, perhaps that’s your plan;
Gone are our dreams that once had a rainbow hue,
The days when you and I had a future, together as a clan.
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