I Left

Your where so good,
So caring that I became sick of it.
So compassionate that I acted and sounded tacky, so rude.
For some reasons which I can't help, I left

I made tantrums
and throw a fit,
Making me a different person,
the person you avoided to meet
To stop this madness, I left.

You beg for my forgiveness,
Even you were the wronged one.
Making my ego flare,
Bringing my pride to new heights
To ease the tension, I left.

Its not you, its me
Not your ways, its my interpretation.
Not your gestures, its my emotions.
Definitely not your love, but my pride.
That's why I left.