Say It To My Face

In ink- all your words expressed
and you can't say this to my face?
No, instead our words of anger
Flow like liquid,
Hiding behind pen and paper.

Say it to my face.

You claim to know what isn't fair,
But if you really want to know what's unfair,
Look at your silence.
You walk around, holding it in like nothing's going on.
Your eyes tell me lies,
behind their calm color, a storm... a surprise.

Say it to my face.

I don't need this,
My tears are dry and I am tired.
Waking up feels so wrong lately,
and our words go so deep, but you don't even realize.
Frustration and anger in pen and on paper
Tears my heart asunder.
I am affection.
I am needy.
I am words of affirmation.
You destroy me.

Say it to my face.

And all the noise in this world
couldn't drown out my sorrow.
There's a faint hope that flickers,
"Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow..."
A cute false hope I cling to,
it helps me to get through.
But it can't hold out forever.

Say it to my face.

And you know,
I don't care if its civil or barbed with wires,
You can shout, you can curse
You could cry and rehearse
every line, but you keep it inside...
Until it all boils over,
like acid dripping
out of your pen and onto your paper.

SAY IT TO MY FACE.

These capitals, these underlines, all these exclamation points,
they all point to one thing:
You are a coward.
You're someone who can't speak to me,
So, by all means, hide behind your pen and paper.
Rest in the comfort that eludes me
But you won't see me react,
You won't find your response in my mouth,
Keeping all my everything inside...

Because you won't ever say it to my face.