I wish I were a confrontational person That the anger brewing in my veins Would spill out as the words I need to say Instead of a blockade of tears I wish being confrontational would help That if I found the courage to stand up for you, It would make a difference And actually change things for the better Because it’s not fair And I know you don’t need me to tell you that It’s a lesson the universe decided to teach you Again And again. And again. And again. Like you didn’t get the memo the first Dozen times you were kicked while you were down All I can do is tell you that it’ll get better But I know you don’t believe it, Not really Because we’ve been saying it for years and Somehow things just keep getting worse. I don’t want to believe That my optimism is unrealistic But maybe I’m just deluding myself To keep at least one of us away from the edge