Freak

I'm sorry I'm a control freak
Who gets off by fighting
And being angry
And slamming doors
And cutting my arms
Until only flesh remains

I'm sorry you think that person is me
I'm sorry I do not see how I am, really

I could have sworn that I made the greatest of attempts
To be less of an instigator, and less aggressive
According to you, I have not changed at all

I like to think that you callously did not notice
But when it's two against one,
And you both fear what I have to say
I must be at fault.