Listen

So, who do you think you are?
I don't care though
You and your self-righteous, adamant ways
You wouldn't listen
There's no point in defending myself
There's no point in making you understand
How I think
How I feel
Because no matter what I say
To you I am wrong
My truth is absurd to you
My truth is practically twisted
As you hear me speak
You have selective understanding
Of me
Of my thoughts
That, if you have understood at least something
So I'll just keep quiet now
Not wanting to utter a word
Not wanting to explain myself
Not wanting to be redeemed
For whatever I say
I will still be condemned
Unfairly
You said I was rude
I really could have been and I'm sorry
But your actuations were just as equal
So where does this lead us?
In circles, quiet and cold
Taking us nowhere
Silence may be rude
But it is the only resort I have
Against someone who hears not
How I wish you can listen
Listen without prejudice.