Your words come across so harsh,
we usually joke about it,
but lately it feels like a lost cause.
I make myself smaller inside what is your home,
try to be a little less,
just incase you want to be alone.
I don't like how you snap without a thought,
as if I do things on purpose,
as everything is my fault.
I feel that is time for me to go away,
I feel that if I left, you wouldn't ask me to stay.
But I dry all your plates and put them in their place,
I walk the dog, I make the bed, so not to leave a trace.
This feeling is so familiar, it's almost engraved,
what it's like to live in someone else's house,
What it's like to always trying to be well behaved.