The More I Say

The more I say to you,
You smile and look away.
The more I try to reason,
You won’t listen to what I say.

I fear that the more I say,
Will cause you to resent,
But I seem to be losing,
This person I called my friend.

Who are you becoming,
I’m trying to know,
For all that you’re doing,
What are you trying to show?

Sometimes I hate myself,
For this mindset of mine,
But I cannot find it in me,
To see you step over the line.

Do I want the people I hold dear,
To always play it safe?
I do not want to appear,
Like I want you to behave.

You call what you had,
Akin to a ball and chain,
Given temporary freedom,
You forgot what you once abstained.