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Why?
Why must we always fight?
Can't we both be, on some parallel, right?
Or must I always be the one to be wrong,
the one you picked among the throng
to be the carrier of the burdens you should be bearing,
Are you even now, listening to me, hearing?
Or are you just ignoring my opinions strong?
Are you just figuring that I am always wrong
and you are always right?
Until your death, I see that we shall always fight,
about the smallest of things,
even about my class ring and the songs that I sing.
Why don't you get it?
Must I always be chomping at the bit
to get my opinion, thoughts and feelings heard?
