Lost In Translation

Today I won't make any sense, my head is dark and raining.

Thoughts are tangled, all a mess, surviving feels so draining.

Tell me please, one more time, the ways that I am broken?

When the words fall off your lips they find me drowning..... Choking.

I already tell myself all the things you hurt me with in anger.

Exhausted! Never discerning what's perceived and what is danger.

You say that I am on defense with everything you say.

My defense was broken long ago, stuck in on everyday.

All the questions that you ask me with answers I should know,

But answers I can't find, make this void between us grow.

In your head it should be simple, common, cut and dry.

But In my head there's evil hiding in every how and why!

So I search my head for answers, hoping to get them right.

Right answers are always lost to me, always out of sight.

So I give you the best I've got, hoping it's enough.

Love lost in Translation, you see me acting cold and tough.

The things you say, I swear I hear! I try but don't understand.

You see me as being difficult and shift from questions to demands.

All the damaged parts of me, I try so hard to heal....

I guess I never get it right when I try to articulate how I feel...

When I finally realize what it was you said,

Proudly I respond, too late, on a subject you now see dead.

I guess it looks like arrogance or maybe bringing up the past.

Pride becoming shame in the shadow that you cast.

I trigger you. You trigger me. Both think the other is to blame.

Voices screaming, 'run away! Look around, it's all the same...'

You say that I'm just stubborn, not willing to change my ways.

Maybe so, change is hard and I'm out of strength from fighting me everyday.

You try to show me how I'm wrong so I'll see that you are right.

Right and wrong are lost to me, just another losing fight.

You say the way I see things aren't proportionate to real.

But who are you to measure the size of what I feel?

How are you an expert on deciding how big or small things are?

You don't see the danger of the fall, how fast, how far!

You weren't there and didn't see how I fought to get to here.

Being here I'm still not enough, loving me's too hard, I fear.

So here we are, damage done, cleaning up the mess.

Should I run or should I stay, consumed with fear and stress?

Will you fight or just take flight? You said the words I feared I'd hear.

You said you're done, had enough, it's all too much! I heard you clear.

You told me that I'm broken in ways I can't repair.

You think my love is toxic, maybe life's just not fair.

Or maybe I'll stay broken no matter how hard I try.

Maybe I should save you from my poison that makes you cry.

I can't argue all the points you make that my voices say are right.

I know that I'm not good for you. Toxicity spreads, you're right.

So the points that you are wrong on doesn't change the rest.

I'll never be enough, even when I try my best.

By Simple Sue

From: United States