I Cannot Depend on You

Don’t answer me when I’m angry
to tell me things I don't need to hear
filling my head with deceit and lies
avoiding my guilt, my anguish, my tears--

Don’t talk to me at my lowest point
with false comfort and platitudes
with words that don’t bring me solace
but merely amplify this lassitude--

And don’t question me when I’m broken
with inquiries that elicit doubt
that help not to heal my spirit
(I want to scream, I want to shout!)--

Don’t speak to me in my despair
in terms that defy reason
with half-truths and betrayals
it’s treacherous, it’s treason--

Don’t comfort me in my distress
with hands that know not my needs
that touch me only for pleasure
that work not to comfort me--

Don’t help me when I’m lost
with vague and unclear directions
that send me in circles inside my head
and warp my self-predilections--

No, don’t answer me when I need you
You’re not the man I want you to be;
But I've made note of a valuable point:
I need only depend on me.