Can't help it.
25 years old is too old to not know what I really want
Yes I resent that but I can't help it
You whom have no time and energy left at the end of the day to even talk to me
Or even listen to me talk
Not to even mention meet up face to face
You whom wants me to stay home and make your daily phone calls the highlights of my day
Confined to the corridor
You whom cannot trust me still
Even a simple thing like doing my own research for my own career
You resort to interrogation and confrontational methods to ask a simple and redundant question like that
You dun trust me to do my own thing for myself
You accuse me wrongly when it is you whom had forgotten all that I had updated you
I start to realise that you were never listening when I talk
It had always been a one-way conversation
You dun have time for me
But you want me to stay home everyday
I am sorry
I can't swallow that
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