When you tell her what to do,
What to think;
It degrades her and your love.
It makes me angry
The red-hot magna
The hatred boils
I want to erupt all over you.
When you think for her and act the know-it-all,
The hypocrite you are,
I break those champagne glasses
My grandparents gave you on our engagement.
But I will not cry, you are worth nothing
More than indifference
So that is what the photograph of me will show.
A surface covering the volcano of my soul.
|