You Are an Enigma

You are an enigma
and have me confused,
for when I speak,
I seem to offend you.

"Don't tell me what I like,"
you said to me,
in a snappy way.
Oops, I'll let it be.

I talk over people
was another refrain.
I'll have to plead guilty,
though it caused me pain.

It's a way we talk
where I come from.
If you didn't speak,
your words wouldn't come.

I am sorry if these
words which I say,
cause you distress,
I'll just go away.