Wednesday, November 23, 2011


I wonder about you sometimes, about both of you, about what goes on your heads. I wonder if you can even acknowledge that you have problems; hell, that we have problems. I wonder if you know that our problems start with you.

You yell. You never listen. The only emotion ever expressed is anger. We can't talk to you, so we don't. God, there are so many things you don't know. You're happy to assume, even when you're all wrong, so very, very wrong. Doors slam shut between us and you'll never know what lies behind them, which emotions, which devils come out to play while you're not looking. While you refuse to look. Are you always going to refuse to look?

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