This isn’t going to work .

Cornered like a mouse I am the dictator and she is the population 

Sad and hurt

And yet my only intention was not to do that

But who will ever understand that force cannot achieve anything

My apology accepted and retracted

Not fully understanding was I sorry or not 

Feeling completely lost 

And finally the result is being late

And screaming and shouting 

Being told off since a long time 

Who’s fault is all this?

Who’s troubles are all this?

Mine or hers

Stubbornness

Power

Turmoil

Anger

Feeling mad

This is not home 

This is not the place of love

This is not the happy place

This is not right

If I can’t do it 5 then I definitely can’t do it at 15