Morse Code (a poem)

I hate you're the reason my head pounds

I hate that our conversations are games of broken telephone

I know I'm not talking in Morse code

Why do you always misunderstand me?

You keep telling me to be nice

But you've taken my kindness away

You keep saying that I'm bad

I'm just talking clearly

I wish you didn't rob me of my confidence

I wish you could fill my heart with love instead

But this isn't the first time we've been here

I just keep getting confirmation that you'll never change

I don't know what to do anymore

I'm tired of making a path out of a dead end

I wish you knew Morse code

Because we shouldn't be like this