I’m tired, that’s no excuse for the way I’ve been treating you. Coming round your house late at night to vent. You bring out the coffee, make it a special event. Then you respond to the words I say. And my answer is “No, I didn’t mean it that way.” Then I won’t let go when you ask me to halt. And though I know it’s not your fault, I take it out on you. In no way violent or rude but I twist my words to change the mood. And I take it out on you.
I’m sullen and sad. I hate myself for getting mad. I need to quit talking but I can’t stop. I’m filled with emotion bout ready to pop. And, if that happens,it’ll be a mess and I’ll cause you pain, cause you distress and that’s no way to treat a friend. It has to end. It has to end. Whatever it is I’m going through, I can’t keep taking it out on you.
I need to be a better man. I need to be better man. I pray each night, “God show me the plan.” I need to be a better man.