Eventually,
The joke stops being funny,
The words die on my lips, the voice in my throat,
The music becomes unbearable

I keep my mouth shut,
For that stops us from arguing
Over and over again
Over you

I wish I could be what I signed up for
Every hour of every day;
The quiet doormat copy-cat
Hanging on to your every word,
Not a thought my own, not a moment myself

But still I cannot erase the filth,
Unfix the switch in the back of my skull,
Make myself empty of wants and beliefs
For good, for once

To name all the people I hate you remind me of
Would undo what little restraint I retain,
So I shall stay, as I was meant to,
Quiet,
Eventually