I Can Hear You

I can hear you now.
You don't have to yell.
We're in the same house,
the place where we dwell.
Must you talk this way?
There is no kindness here now,
so yelling doesn't set well.
A need for a fresh drink,
when you're acting so weird,
pointing at your shoes, I think
is not the message, meant.
I'm not your slave.
Ease up. Please do relent
for I live here too
and I pay bills and the rent.