Your ignorance eats me alive

slowly, piece by piece.

Why won't you ask my point of view?

Do you want to keep from hurting me?

You wouldn't be the first man to hurt me,

and that's the problem, isn't it?

You go through your day

laughing in your smug way

"She's just overreacting, again,"

But damn it, what happened MATTERS

WHAT HE DID MATTERS

I MATTER

No it wasn't my clothes;

how could it be when I qore a towel?

Provoked by the towel you say?

What else do you wear straight form the shower?

I shouldn't have been there in a towel?

Sorry, didn't know

thought being naked in your bedroom was acceptable.

It's not my fault

It's not my damn fault!

It took my 4 years

and 40 mental breakdowns

and 400 drunken days

and 4000 bleeding cuts

to be able to say that,

to stop thinking I brought it on myself.

I refuse to let you incinuate that it was my fault,

that I was accidently asking for it

because that's the thing, isn't it?

By definition, it can't be asked for.