I can’t help but show my annoyed when she’s proving something
The deception of the face shows itself to me and I want to walk away

I think, ‘talking over someone might as well be yelling’ and she’s doing it right to me
Neither of those, mind, went undisciplined in my childhood home

But who am I to judge the growing up of others, even adults
I’m crying on the inside and clawing out from my brain to fake an easier face and hide my pout

Until I make it, as they say