My mood soon changes,
Anger starts to spread.
I'm sitting here thinking,
Where did I go wrong?
I was sitting here crying,
Asking you for help.
Instead I felt so stupid,
Talking in a different language.
I was looking for support,
Opening up to you.
But instead I got a cold chill,
Brushes away, out of sight.
Was what I did so wrong?
Was it too much to ask?

