It is amazing, yet frustrating,
When you can turn the emotion tables at me.

It’s like whenever you’ve upset me—
Just a little, mind you—
And I start expressing my thoughts and feelings,
Somehow, somehow, somehow,
You have some valid reason:

Oh it’s this, Oh it’s that.
Oh, oh, oh.

And every ‘Oh’ hits me, hits my heart,
And I see my pettiness, my anger,
My disappointment.

I feel the need to say:
Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
Oh, so sorry. I’m so mean, I’m so petty.
Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so bad, I’m not good.

That’s not how I picture it in my mind.

Why, why, why do you make me feel this way?

Outside, it’s cold.
The cat mews pitifully.
I’m like he—
Mewing to tug someone’s heart,
To come through the door,
Into your life.