What
have I done?
You
turn on me like an injured dog
You
snap and you snarl
You
rip me to shreds
I
have no defence
It
is you, you are fighting
I
don’t understand why you are angry
You
behave the same way
Yet
when I do it is a mortal sin
Why
is it different?
The
conflict is yours
My
behaviour is typical
Why
should it be different?
It
is of no consequence what I do
I
can’t make a difference
I
am nothing
By
Prerafaelite © July 2001