What is this? familybond? crazyness? or cld it be love?

If you worry for me, you get angry.

I have to be here when you need me

But if I’m on your way, I have to get away.

You keep on telling me what to do

But don’t know what to say if I ask for advice.

You ignore me when I need a sign from you and

You’re all good to me again, warm and generous

Once I got used to your coldness.

You don’t understand what’s in my little brain

But still you love me more than you want to show.

Why can’t things be more simple?