There is no win
No approval to be had
So often you're wrong
Which you rarely admit
I think this is about you
You're mad at yourself
And I'm just present
For your rampant disapproval
Why do I care?
You're anger is so silly
So useless in its purpose
It's not like it improves you
Except I am present
And aware of your ire
I feel it infect those around me
I feel it infect myself
The discomfort you spread
Is so fickle and unfair
I didn't earn it
I don't deserve it
I try not to engage
Duck my head once again
Make the best of things
Until I have other options.