Relax, Chill...Prevent That Ill Will

I have my point of view, Of those experiences I've lived... And still go through. Not once have I expressed, That your opinions I disrespect. Is that why your arms are folded? As if you are waiting for words I say, You are prepared to reject? And yet... You seem to wish to compare, Our experiences... As if we were in some kind of contest! Relax. Whatever you've been fed... Is not here inside my head. Relax, chill... Prevent that ill will. When I give you my attention... With the intention to listen, That is what I do. My ears are not waiting to hear, Something you've done... That I've done too. I'm into you. I've done 'me' already. Whoever sold you false truths, About who it is I am... Wanted to prevent you, From obtaining a friend... Who may just understand. And they did not want that to happen.