Make it make sense…
Why is it that after all my sacrifices of love, I’m rewarded with insults?
I deny myself of frivolities to let your trivialities thrive
I open up with you; lessen myself to a state of vulnerability to satisfy you
Play with you; ensure your joy is sealed yet you mock me outside
Why is it that my efforts and labor of love are seen as chaff?
Why do I burn for your good yet you laugh me off like I’m a fool?
I perspire for you to acquire.
I go down on bended knees for you to make it yet you spit in my face and lick me up as dust with disrespect.
I hate your works!
I hate you for embarrassing me; for talking to me rudely, your despicable show of intolerance and magnified boast of disesteem, for shouting at me.
I hate you for exploiting my goodness as foolishness; for toying with my kindness and stepping on my shoelaces.
I hate for you for not considering me; for blaming me for your faults O ye blinded fool.
I groan for you to gain. I defend your name without remorse yet you deny my name with gallantry. 💔
Day after day I hope you’ll change, that wisdom and understanding strikes the inward parts of your belly. Yet the more profound you become in stupidity. And shift your elders like wheat. You talk back. You yell. You ignore. You disobey. What sin haven’t you committed when my crime was loving you? Yet, as it seems, every day, I’ll keep on loving you but a little bit less. Knowing my place and praying for you. 
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