How do you gain satisfaction in inconviniencing others?
How do you manage to think so lowly of me when I inconvinience you unintentionally?
How do you long for acknowledgement ,
when you barely notice the little post-its I stick on your mirror every morning?
How do you expect us to grow close,
when all you do is look at me with such disdain everyday?
And how the hell do you even expect us to speak,
when all you do is criticize and pass judgement?
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