Why dont you trust me?
what have i done wrong
why do i feel bad
when i did nothing wrong
the standard now changes
as i refuse to feel bad
as i write this poem
im really getting mad
i put up with your out bursts
and and when you call me a b****
but this week youve gone to far
and yesterday was s***
you left me on my own
without an explanation
gave me the silent treatment until
we reached the station
you know that im pissed
so you try to lighten the mood
still no questions answered
so i am left to brood
