My muscles are taut
my hackles have risen.
My mind clouds over
and you might be forgiven
for thinking me highly strung
that I can't relax around you
but that couldn't be more wrong
or further from the truth.

Your words are to blame
destroying my tranquil state.
You don't think before speaking
with the accusations you make.
I wasn't tense before
your flippancy made it so.
If you could just realise
the damaging comments you throw
around too easily
often directed at me.