The manipulator

I think it's funny. I've written story's with my words, I've moved mountains with my voice. I know just how to get as I please, I know how to beg like the good girl I am, ill sit and stay and even speak on command but oh when it comes to you.. I fail to understand. I search and search in desperate pleas trying to find the right moves at ease but I find myself lost with no strength to weave these mountains for you. my knees shake to weak to stand tall. My tricks don't work for you no, not at all. when I sit you ask "why" when I speak you say "louder" and when I beg you tell me to stand prouder. How can I play the part you want me to if you fail to tell me why and who. How can I move mountains with my voice if I'm too weak to speak why don't I fall at your feet and beg you not to leave. What... What does that mean? Why do I fail to find peace.