My Turn

My turn

You need to step off, take a back seat and get out of my way.

I will not be your therapist or healer.

I am not an angel and I never was.

You speak in such an appealing manner.

The words do not match the actions.

Listening to you is just a waste of breath and time.

I want the hours back and  the tears absorbed.

Kindness should be reciprocated and words need to carry substance.