You arrive
Uninvited
Say you’re here
To help
Yet you sit there
In silence
Disapproving
Looking hurt
A guest here
Taking over
Making everything
About you
Telling us what
To think, feel
Not interested
In the truth
And I’m reminded
Of my childhood
How I tiptoed
Around
Scared of offending
Your feelings
Of invoking
Your wrath
And I realise
This is how
It’s always been
In our world
Our opinions
Not listened to
Unimportant
Next to yours
Our emotions
Dismissed, irrelevant
While yours are
Centred
You’re a guest
Not in your own home
And yet we feel
Unwelcome