Solution, solution! Your words are noise pollution. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Your words cut through me like a Sharp sword. Slicing every layer down to the Core. Please no more no more! You are very aware that you have this effect on me. For some apparent reason you have no respect for me. However I am the one that you lean on in your times of need. Internally I bleed, from your verbal lashing. When I cry out in pain my expression you are not grasping. Perhaps you do not care, you hurt me but you I do not fear! Because I understand that you hurt too and that’s why you do what you do.