My questions

Why do you not let me comfort you? Why are you allowed to get angry at me for turning away from you, when I am not allowed to frusterated with you? Why is it always me that you won't look at? Why do I have to be the one you won't let see your pain? Why am I the one who must work the hardest to figure out what is wrong with you?

Why is it my fault for keeping my secrets from you, when you turn your face away from me in the midst of your shame? Why is it I who always feels left out? Why are you allowed to comfort me, and a couple seconds later you will not look at me, speak to me, let me touch you, let me talk to you?

How is that fair? What do you think you're doing? How do you think it makes me feel?

I have become completely helpless to this childish game that you play. Why am I always the one who feels hurt in the end.

It isn't me who has turned away, it's you.