My Sunshine and Your Clouds

For me this morning was beautiful
With blue skies and wisps of clouds
The day looked to be a positive one
Yet, mentioning it to be a sunny day
And I was greeted with criticism
For not being truthful about the day
But lately this seems to be the response
Regardless of what I do or say . . .
Still, I hang on to hope beyond hope
That maybe your heart will soften
And that you will find something in me
That is of redeemable worth and value
Maybe even a part of me you could love
And stand to live with and be around
But you say it isn't so and you want to go
Throwing our life together away . . .
All of this leaving me to wonder
Why you choose to criticize everything
I think, do, or say, even my thoughts
About my perception of a sunny day
Which leaves me feeling broken and alone
As you walk out the door to get away
To stew in your negativity
And plan your final exit . . .