Impossible You

I don’t know how time passes for you but I imagine pretty quickly. I strongly feel that my patience and love have been overseen, you only acknowledge my frustration and short-temper which are not qualities embedded in my “day to day”, but brought on by other people’s lacking in relationships I have with them, whatever the relationship may consist of, be it lover, friend, or family member.
My side of the story is seldom seen through fogs of conceit and false superiority. Your supposed concern is, through my eyes, a cocky display of degradation. You’re walking over glass and complaining when it breaks without ever taking into consideration how long the weight of your confusion was bared, what strength it took to endure or what part you played in making it crack. Jumping. Standing. Making it wait…..