Please Use Your Inside Voice
You are sooooo loud today
Was it that you weren’t comfortable with living?
If you’re a liar
And your life is a lie, and
Then you end up with someone
Who can make it true, maybe
You can’t handle it because
You are so stuck in your lying-lie-face world…
You become confused, then,
Because you no longer know
What is true
And what is the lie…
So you do nothing except continue
To torture those around you
To whom you have always lied.
I wanted to help you
Did everything I could possibly
Do to help you want to live:
Stay there, come here,
Teach, repair things,
Run about with your hair on fire.
You said you were – and had been for so long – unhappy,
Miserable, dejected, depressed, suicidal, even.
I happily accepted the responsibility
Are you unhappy now?
I love you with all that I am
But I can’t fix any of this for you –
You won’t let me…
And you won’t fix it yourself, either.
How do you go on?
How do you live with all the lies –
Not just to me, but to those you hold most dear?
Please use your inside voice.
The pain rolling off of you
And onto me
I love you enough to respect your wishes,
Love you enough to let you make mistakes.
I am here if you want me, Michael.
All you have to do is reach out.
Nothing has changed that…
Nothing can, apparently.
But as Joe Walsh once said…
“You bought it, you name it.”