The Quiet Shouts

What's it like to have all the power,
To make my decisions for me.
It certainly wasn't your finest hour,
Yet the blame, it all rests with me.

I say I am sorry, and voice my mind,
But the silence continues to burn.
Never to learn never to find,
Is not the way it should be.

You walk out of the room as soon as I speak,
Never listening to what I say.
It looks as though the future is bleak,
But better than the silence I hear.

You have certainly done this before,
To this I have no doubt.
Shoved the souls out the door,
After letting them in.

As it all dies,
It never works out,
In the eyes,
The quiet shouts.

If you decide your decision is no good,
After pushing away.
You will feel as you should
Alone with your thoughts, so long