Speak up. I can’t seem to hear you.
Do I need to speak up?
Am I that hard to hear?
I know damn good and well you hear,
Every word that I say,
You sure don’t mind bringing up my flaws,
From long ago,
That you have stored in your memory,
Using them as a judgmental stone to throw,
It doesn’t make you look any smarter,
Holding on to this grudge so tight,
Refusing to let go of things,
That should have been long gone,