Two Rooms

I heard one thing you said,
once at the very beginning,
I heard something there and I didn't like it,

all of this was a facade,
and every day,
I resented you a little more,
for making me show up when I didn't want to,
for asking me to stand down when I was finally myself,
for being her,

and I knew you,
you would say we were taking that high road,
but you would mean something else,
something much,
much worse---