My Blood.

You'll hold her up against the wall,
She'll surely recall
That along with exaggeration.

She'll make it seem bad
To be around you once you're mad
in the most mild of forms.

She'll cry over what didn't happen,
Because she refused to actually listen
to the one with the truth.

I'm sorry you're always blamed,
It makes me quite ashamed
To refer to her as my blood.