You win

Yes, I know what it is you want;

You do not have to write it down,

I can see the look in your eyes,

And decipher the import of that frown.

It was your fault, I’m afraid to say,

But, no matter, you’ll get away

Because you’re a drama queen and you get to win,

Even on my dullest, most unfortunate day.

You can shoot me those looks of loathing,

And ignore what I’m saying to you,

You can stab me in your head repeatedly,

And drive an ice pick through my jugular too.

For the next few moments, I want to laugh,

Until the one when I turn contrite,

Just for a while, let me wear that smile,

Until I say sorry for your patented fight.

I’m just going to sit here and stare,

Don’t go ahead and mind if I do,

I’m going to sit and try and think of things,

I can do to make this less about you.

Just two minutes, please leave me alone,

You’re too noisy, you’re too loud,

You don’t even know how annoying you are,

You strut around, irritating and proud.

You don’t quite like my glazed look,

The blankness; my eyes looking hazy,

But your constant energy and sprightliness,

That I prefer to lie quiet and lazy.

Whatever it is, I’m willing to lose;

I’ll sit back, not try, and just look,

And on your own stead, you seem to win,

I think I should take a leaf out of your book.