You say I never talk to you
but dismissing any idea I have makes it hard to do.
It's hard enough to express a thought
especially when it's all for naught.
Any time I begin to try
your response makes me wonder why.
Your unwillingness to go along with what I say
it's no wonder I feel inadequate most every day.
Like why do you even bother asking me
no matter what I think you don't agree.
So when I appear to be tight-lipped
it's because my wings have been clipped.
Like a bird never again able to fly
forever banished from the sky.