You enter
The house, stopping to look around in disapproval
Before heading upstairs to your room.


You don’t
Even glance at me
As you pass right on by.


Am I
That bad in your eyes
When you see me?


Do you
Notice
How it effects me?


Locked in
Your room you
Don’t come out for a while.


When you
Do come out a chance meeting
Between you and I.
I cannot, even, look, into your eyes,
Swarming, with anger.


You are
Disgusted with me
And I can feel it.


Can’t you
See that all I want is just
Your love and approval?


I love you


Why
Can’t you
Love me back?