You Made Me

If there was a person I could talk to, I would talk. If there was a soul I could see truly interested in me I would sit it down for a meal. Intangible goodness clouded by the limelight of the world. If you are real and tangible, I would hold your hand in silence, just hold it. If I trusted myself to trust the good without second guessing, life would be easier.

I have grown up to be someone who you can talk to because I was taught to listen and only listen. I was available when needed because I always cared. I thought I was full of bliss but your world darkened me and destroyed my sincerity. If you saw beyond yourself, you would not have let me go. If I knew life’s fairness does not come in obvious pattern, it would have been less painful.

My young merry soul was unprepared for your vicious soul. When you no longer have hope for goodness around you, you learn so much and become resilient. Stubborn me is still trusting, but less pure. Deeply scarred but strengthened.

You will not know my complex psyche I developed over time. You will never guess my next move and the intentional and/or unintentional plan I have drawn. You will never know the monster you made and you will never have a calm and sincere rendezvous with me. I urge you to stay the same and I cheer for your happiness so that you will stay where you are and forget about me.