Why Must I...

Why must I...
Pacify your insecurities
When you don’t pacify mine?
Why am I...
Expected to have certain roles
When you don’t believe
Your role should be defined?
Why do I...
Have to accept
Things you would never
Accept from me?
Why is my...
Life constantly harder than yours
But you’re the one always
Complaining freely?
Why do I...
Always have to comfort you
When you never comfort back?
Why must I...
Always show compassion
When your show of compassion
Has a lack?
Why do I...
Have to listen
When you don’t feel the need
To listen to me?
Why do I...
Have to be ever responsible
But only for your world
You show responsibility?
Why do you...
Always say you’re sorry
As you continue to do the same act?
Why am I...
Expected to be ok with it
But I’m never to do anything back?
Why do you...
Say, “It’s just my family!”
Like that’s somehow makes it better?
Why is it...
When, it’s my family
Seldomly do we get together?
How come...
When it comes to sex
I’m supposed to do all the work?
But...
If I’m not turned on
Simply by your presence
Then somehow I’m a jerk?
Why is it...
You always wanna play games
Until I start playing from the offensive?
Then...
You wanna change the rules
And start getting all defensive?
Why is it...
Something must be wrong with me
If you’re happy
And I’m not?
Couldn’t it...
Possibly be you?
Or is that to much thickness to the plot?
Why is it...
You’re intrinsically aware
When you deem the problem
Pertains to me?
But...
Your awareness disappears
When the problem is you,
You cannot see?