Sorry, I am not sorry.
I know you do not
agree with the actions
I have taken to
get where I am.
The thing is,
I do not regret
doing things, since
had I not done
these things, I
would be worse off.
It has not hurt
you had nothing to
do with your being.
Why bother me
on my choices that
did not affect you?
You come to me
and always ask
the same questions,
always hoping to
receive the answer
you want to hear.
Despite me telling you
the opposite,
you always ask me
the questions like
you're a parrot
repeating what it hears.
I will never
understand as long as
you do this.
I can see it in your eyes.
You keep yourself in disguise,
not opening up to anyone,
not even yourself.
You want to let it out,
the person you really are,
but you won't.
You convince yourself that
you are fine with the way things are.
I know that you
aren't happy. You
have never been happy.
I see you stand
there, and I know
you are not acting normal.
I don't really understand
why you act like this
sometimes, but I don't
ask why. I stopped
wondering a long time
ago. I've seen you
like this so many times.
It's not normal, but
it is normal for you.
It's not right, and
nobody else I know, knows
someone like you.
Each time, you are
very tired, or you act
strange, or both.
I see you, and you
only seem tired today,
but I secretly wish
you weren't doing
all the strange things.
About the Creator
Amber Crocker
Instagram: midnightblackheart
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.