You don't like a lot of things.

He had the nerve to say to me,
"You don't like a lot of things."
Like what?
Like not being taken seriously?
Like being hounded, having someone look for things I could have done wrong?
Like being confronted, seeing someone fighting to protect me, while another abuses his power?
Please tell me
that I don't have the right to dislike any of those things
Because I think you'd choke on those words
much more than if you were to snidely comment
about how I refuse to take someone's bullshit.
As if I'm a bitch for firing right back.
Please tell me he was right
to get nosy about who I'm dating
because it would obviously affect that man's decision making
because I'm obviously a bad influence,
and so is his best friend.
I see humans, but no humanity,
and I see them everywhere,
with beady eyes and questioning lips.
Eyes that give away every judgmental thought
that they act out, but don't outright say.
But I know that it's there, and you can't hide that from me.
Your actions scream louder than the words you don't speak.