And he'll stay quiet.
He'll listen and he'll nod.
He'll do what you ask,
Even if it's wrong.
He'll meet your expectations,
If he falls short then he'll stop,
Approach it from a new way,
Until your mind has calmed.
He doesn't ask for much,
When he wants something he deals.
He knows that if he wants it,
It clashes with your style.
It not because he's tired,
Or cause he doesn't care.
It's never done on purpose,
Malicious isn't his style.
He hates the passive comments,
But never says a word.
He hates it when you judge him,
But never says a thing.
He doesn't kick,
Or scream,
Or fight.
He nods and stays out of sight.
Cause the further he stays from outside the gaze the less his brain will hurt.
He doesn't want to hurt you,
Cause your way is yours to have.
He just wants quiet, and peace.
Something he's rarely had.
He doesn't do it to hurt you,
He wants you to have your best.
So he'll bottle all his frustration,
And burn within himself.
