You used to be superman, always there when I needed you. But like superman you always have to do something else, something that is more important than me. I am tired to be your second priority.
I’m tired of wanting to respond but never knowing what face you’ll be wearing, not knowing what mean or nice words you’ll be saying, so I stay silent knowing I can’t take another round of your uncontrolled verbs, your misinterpretations of my world.