You hurt me with your words

The ones you frequently speak

You talk down to me

As though I have no feelings

No sense,

No morals,

no intelligence

No thougts for the future.

But do you really know me?

Of course,I have feelings.

Of course, I have sense.

Of course, I have morals.

 Of course, I am intelligent.

Of course, I have thoughts for my own future.

And, of course, you couldn't see that.

You only think of yourself,

Therefore, forcing me to keep quiet

To hold in y thoughts

Never to tell my side of the story.

Because no matter what,

I'm always "wrong"

And you're always "right,"

So constantly, we continue to fight.

I-for my own justice.

You-for your own ego, arrogance, and your self-absorbed thoughts and actions.

And the funny thing is,

We're so alike.

Both stubborn, unable to give in to the other.

However, I'm forced to give in.

On the outside, I must agree with you.

In order to end the clashing argument of our own opinions.

But on the inside,

I'm fuming, annoyed, screaming, and even loathing your very presence.

If I were to speak my opinion, I would get shot down immediately.

By your words,

The words that hurt me.

So I give up.

You will always win.

I will always losed.

The best choice for me to make,

Is to win the battles in which I choose.

Now those,

Those are the battles I'm willing to take.