How is it?

How is it?

How is it that you look into my eyes and don't see the pain?
Is it because you've caused it that you fail to see it,
Or is it just that you don't care?

How is it that you can put such trivial things over me?
Is it really because of how you were raised,
Or is it as much of an excuse as it sounds?

How is it that you don't take responsibility for the things you do?
Is it because you don't know better,
Or is it your way of never admitting your wrong?

How is it that you lie to my face without any feelings of guilt?
Is it really because you believe what you say,
Or is it that you have no remorse?

What is the problem? It's you not me.
Your words are deceptions, they're not what they seem to be.
Your actions show how you really feel.

I am tired of giving you the benefit of the doubt
Out of my comfort zone, I don't usually shout.
You are turning me into someone I don't need to be

I have a lot to think about. It makes me want to cry.
This is not how I want it to be .
This might mean a long good bye.

Cherlnell “Cookie” Battles