“Can you grab the cards?”

“One second, I can’t yet.”

“You always say you can’t.”

“Okay, sorry, I can now.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t find them. I got another game though!”

“No! That’s not what I wanted! You never help out, can you see how that’s frustrating? How you’re frustrating?”

I nod in silence. I walk away, and you get upset because of no apology. My negative thoughts you always seem to trigger erupt.

I know that I don’t help enough. I know I’m annoying. I know I live in my head and don’t pay attention. But hearing you say it makes it so much worse.

I know my flaws, I can see them too. I can hide more than you know. I can distract myself from the truth. I can blame you, I can blame myself. I can pretend your truth is true. I can put on a fake smile, and say I am fine, and hold my tongue until the day I die.