My Words

What am I supposed to do?
We are trying to save you.
Keep you together with a family like bond, kinda like glue.
Now I'm through.
You don't listen, you get mad when we try to help.
Now I'm mad the heat under my skin is causing whelp.
festering anger.

Can't you hear our words slurred with concern?
Can't you feel the heat of my wrath on your skin burn?
No? oh right I forgot you don't want to hear the truth.
You want soft words that caress your feelings.
Those ¨feelings¨ are for the weak called human beings.

Our words don't care about feelings.
Nor do we care about human beings.
I don't beat around the bush.
My words push, push feelings aside.
Thats why it hurts.
The truth always does.

I'm starting to give up on you.
Because I'm done with this issue.
Countless boxes of tissues, stop crying.
Tears won't fix anything.
Just sorrow and anger it brings.
I've done all I could.
I'm giving up, like I know I should.