Points Of View

From my point of view,
my side makes sense.
How I lost my trust.
From your point of view,
it's only a pity party.
How it doesn't make sense.
For me,
I don't see it as a problem.
Nothing wrong with venting.
For you,
you see this as a big problem.
Venting is only complaining.
I think,
you're in the wrong.
Your sarcasm makes me angry.
You think,
I'm in the wrong.
I need to stop taking offense to your sarcasm.
I understand,
you're only trying to make a point.
You understand,
that I'm just too upset to appreciate your point.
I shut down,
and I try to sleep it off.
You open up,
and blog your logical thoughts.
I wake up,
and read your blog.
It slaps my face like a brick.
You keep sleeping,
and you know I'll notice it eventually.
You'll eventually see my apologies.
I realize,
that your point of view is the right one.
You told me what I needed to hear.
It's like what you wrote,
was a storybook.
More like an inspirational story.
I learned from it.
It spoke to me.
Kind of like a letter.
Indirectly written, though it was clearly meant for me.
I'm sorry.
And, I thank you.
This pity party is over.