I remember
I understand
More than you think
Am I the victim
Or am I the perpetrator
Or is the question meaningless
Does this matter to me
Will I remember this
A year from now
I'm restless
It's almost time for me to go
My actions speak loud
And it doesn't matter to me
Whether I walk out the door
Or you push me
Either one will do
I've done both before
Enough to know better than to be afraid
Wave your stick
Threaten me
Watch me laugh as I walk away
Notes: Also about a job. Same job, actually...