This isn't quiet nor peaceful But it's real It's how I feel And how to deal with what is, not what could be sometimes, you just get tired of straining and trying to see what's clearly not there Aretha said it...respect... where is it? Was it ever really there? And did I ever suspect that it would turn out this way Maybe, I had a feeling but I so did not want to give into it, so now I am reeling, knowing, just how deep the resentment is. This is not quiet nor peaceful But this is how I feel. When a house no longer feels like a home. Sometimes you have to consider packing your bags. And be grateful to those who brought you joy and taught something valuable and new. While trying to forget about those chosen few who seem to be priviledged somehow to run blindly and free without even a raised eyebrow. And then flaunt the fact that they can, without even an inkling of tact. When respect goes out the door so do I that's what I'm talking about. This is not quiet nor peaceful But it's real and how I feel.