Whatchamacallme: Umm.. I'm not going to explain this one... I hope you understand the emotion in it.

.And I Hate It.

Why do you do this?
Make me feel so worthless?
I’m visual,
You’re audial.
I can’t describe things verbally,
You require it.
I get scared,
I can’t speak.
So you get frustrated,
And take it out on me.
And I hate it!
You make me wish,
That I weren’t so artistic,
So computer smart.
I wish I weren’t me,
Just to escape your anger.
I cringe at every outburst.
Tears stain my cheeks,
At your raised voice.
And I hate it.
Why do you insist for me,
To solve your every frustration?
Why do you chose for me
To vent out all your wrath?
Why?
Are you not...
One who should love me?
Encourage me?
Raise me proper?
Then why do I hide?
Why do I fear you?
It is the way it shall be...
And I hate it...