Your intentions for me
are difficult to contemplate
I'd rather just pretend,
Pretend your opinion does not exist
But in my choosing to ignore you,
there lies a certain risk.
I do not wish to hear
what you have to say
But I find myself listening anyway
Your mental capacity I underestimate,
And when you are right about something;
Hate begins to generate.
Hate for all the things you know
That I do not want to hear.
And all the things I do not know?
This is my greatest fear.