What I hate... (a sonnet)

What I hate... (a sonnet)

I hate it when you say you know me well
and then you ask me why I cry at night
you plot and scheme so that you can be right
and all the time I'm hiding in my shell
I keep my silence as you start to yell
and watch as children quickly run in fright
and look to me to aid them in their plight
and picture life in different shades of hell
I wear my guilt as if I were a saint
and say my beads where everyone can see
I smile and nod as if our love was swell
but all the time I scream at how you taint
the love I hold for you, and wish you'd see
I hate it when you say you know me well.