You called me mean

You called me mean,

being green with envy,

as I was disclosing hypocrisy, 

when you tried to be clean.

You wanted to be a queen

to be put on a pedestal, 

and fulfill expectations, 

without any questioning.

Yet, I resisted demands,

wanted to address concerns, 

with clarity and boundaries,

for steady progression. 

And you became evasive,

taking offense at my behavior, 

as it was supposed to be enjoyable, 

but my words felt like daggers.

You called me mean,

for killing vibes of conversation,

by seeking honesty in communication,

which might impact our relation.

And I have nothing to say...