Can I Ask You To Say A Few Words For Me?

You ridicule me.
Your sentence just starts travelling and I explode.
Your hands on my shoulder massaging an ache...
and I turn on you.
My eyes more green then grey.
My "What?" has more spit in it than force.
But I want to say "Why?"

"What did you just say to me?"
That's a question you can repeat.
But "Why did you just say that to me?"
I'm not sure you really even know.

We make ourselves excuses,
and then we drape ourselves in them.
But, I want you naked.
Stop hiding. Excuse yourself.

Come out and let me ask you why?
Why?
And in your answer I will dress you the way you appear to me.
Red.
Because you are bold, where I am weak.
You are sure, where I am uncertain.

And repetitive.
Why?
Why?
Why?