something I wrote today....

broken pieces
on the floor
angry thoughts
break through the door

but you don't understand
the pain I feel every day
and you won't hold my hand
while I'm trying to find my way

I can't help you
and I won't run here
you'll turn away like you do
every time I need you near

but you don't understand
the fear I feel every day
and you won't hold my hand
while I try to find my way

I'm stronger with you gone
you're a weak man - unknowable
I'd rather be all alone
than with you - your doormat.