Respectfully

You do not respect - 

What is respect anyway?

Is it but a feeling 

Is it that I just don’t feel respected by you?

The times you’ve misunderstood me

Can’t compare 

To the times you’ve understood me 

What is your credibility?

Every time I’m with you -

I am afraid 

I want to travel the world 

But I want to travel alone

Is there meaning in all that you do?

Is it just to capture the moment 

So you have something to show

When people see 

The highlights of your life

Do you love people well 

How many layers is it to a moment 

What were the emotions like

How many people did you put down in the process

I’ve spend nights on end sleepless 

Wondering when it’ll be over 

I found hope 

That You chose me still

My Abba did it hurt 

I hate 

I don’t want to put it this way

But I hate 

The idea of blame 

And how you always make me a recipient 

Is it because I am a child 

Is it because I am not as wise and seen as you are

You are above me

You are before me

You have your way

To kill in ways 

Words don’t make a sound 

Murder is silent 

Murder is insidious 

There are no exchange of words

For months and years 

But every day I’m dying 

How do you do it 

What is the trick 

Is it because you’re hurting inside 

Is my anger baffling you 

Do you know what it’s like to experience anger

If I have misbehaved

Can I show you what it’s like 

to experience 

Anger?