What is this feeling?
This feeling of wanting to be understood and not wanting to be a bad person.
You accuse me of not caring about you.
What if I’m starting to not care.
What if I am tired of always looking like that unfilial person you make me up to be.
You never seem to care about how I feel.
What matters to you is that at the end of the day I’m always the one at fault.
The one that never cared, the unloving one.
How would you feel if I told you that I feel oppressed being with you?
Would you care?
Would you change?
Or would just shrug it off as me being naggy and ignore my cries.
What exactly do you want me to be?
A spouse, A puppet or someone who you suppress and oppress just to feel good about yourself.
To be honest with you I don’t know if I love you anymore.
Maybe the reason I’m still with you isthate I don’t want what we have to die.
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