I Should Stop

Today was a mannequin
Of how frustration can
Hit the worst in us
And how loud it can be

I'm thankful for the advice
But still I'm put down
Each push kills me a bit
And eventually, they see

I am what I am
In everything and in between
House of mine, house of His
I am equal to myself

Joy in me doesn't seem to approach
When nothing is harder
So I'll stop shouting
When we're whispering