Your Objection

The condescending tones of your voice

Welded into the heat of your overt glare

At what I thought was my own choice

Are why I am both deaf and blind

At you being there

Fumbling for problems you can’t find.

The dialogue of your discord never falters

Still I sullenly turn my back to it all.

We’re both accused as our relationship alters

Because as constructive as your criticism

You have become the reason I fall

Unto the opposing end of this schism.

I brood over the doubts you’ve planted

And the objections you’ve so righteously spat

Unimpressed by the expectations you’ve ranted

A pleasure provoking so much unnecessary guilt

Should I thank you for that?

While you subconsciously wait for my will to wilt.