Retreat

You lie to me;

You lie about me;

You lie about me to me.

It's okay for you to scream in my face

When I do anything that displeases you.

It's okay for you to twist my words,

Make things up,

Invent things.

But when I say things that actually happened,

Or get upset about things you started,

Then I'm the bad one.

I'm "making things up" when I say things that are true.

It's okay for you to say what you do,

But when I repeat it word for word,

Then suddenly it's wrong.

And then you wonder why

I don't want to talk

When there's nothing to discuss,

Since you wouldn't talk to me,

Only at me,

Even in the best of situations.