I Don't Do It For Me

I'm never sure if you're sincere.
Are the words you speak genuine?
Your words are loud.
Your actions quiet.
I cannot tell the truth because the truth is something you tend to keep.
More than once you've come home to me and kept the day a secret.
One little disagreement and all of hell breaks loose.
Your face begins to boil red and fire escapes your eyes.
I keep my mouth shut because every word feeds your flame.
I watch you like a ticking bomb.
At any moment you could explode.
I'd still be there to pick up your pieces.
I'd still be there for you to unfold.
I don't do it for you.
I don't do it for me.
I do it for the tiny feet that run across the floor every time you slam a door.