there is a thin line between building and destroying,
your criticism was supposed to help me grow,
it has bordered tearing.
Where did the love go?
when did the desire to see me grow, die?
I hate the argument that ensues about everything
whenever we get to talk,
I prefer silence to your company.
I did not have something as bad as a nightmare
as a premonition to this day,
I will stand tall and be me,
even though it hurts.