So Speak Outside the Riddles (Poem)

I'm tired of silent temper tantrums
based on the phases of the moon.
This stepping on amendments
has me filling up my glass with rum.
I get the feeling you think my freedom's worthless
'cause it's all about your insecurities.
I'm far past being sorry to impress,
just say when you're ready to be free of me.

At least I'm honest,

the same can't be said of you.

I say call your anger back from protest
look me in the face and tell me why so red and blue,
why you've quietly brushed my hand away.
Why do you let your anger stew?
You think you want to make me pay.
Pay for what? I'll pull my pockets inside out,
show there's nothing else to give,
all your problems are due to doubt.

These aren't my issues we need to talk about.