I can still get mad

I'd be lying if I said I was alright with how you've moved behind my back.
I'd just be proving you right by keeping quiet or speaking up.
What can my reaction be? You have me figured out, don't you?
I just can't not. I can't not fight when I'm misread.

Needing a hug is whining. You'd be slighted if I said your love isn't love.
But I can't complain can I? Because I'm the one reaching for it, aren't I?
I can't help wonder why you even ask me.

You think you're the right one.
You think you're the charmed one.
Who do you think you are really, underneath?

Why do you offend me?
Why do you affect me still?
Why to you hinder me?
Why do you unnerve me still?
Why do you trigger me after all this time?