Looking For The Nearest Exit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I say, I didn't.
And yet,
You are convinced...
With a hint of offensiveness,
That I did do what was not done.

Attracted I am to facts.
But you don't care a thing about that!
Your approach is to match,
Misunderstandings kept you keep to hatch.
And...
As long as we look the way we look,
That is how we will be evaluated.
Although,
That has absolutely nothing to do with talent!

'WHAT? '

I say, I didn't.
And yet,
You are convinced...
With a hint of offensiveness,
That I did do what was not done.

'WHAT?
Didn't or did do what?
You've lost me! '

Oh?
And I am suppose to be surprised?
Everytime we have a conversation,
You vocalize the same thing.

'You have very few friends,
Don't you? '

And what does that comment made to me mean?
Are your trying to avoid the subject?

'No...
I am actually looking for the nearest exit!