cannot deal with being a failure, not even being remotely close to it. They
have told me I’m not, that it doesn’t matter. I fought. Am I not proud of
strange motions in the mirror, faces I have thought forgotten, voices that came
to me before, from a world gone. Sometimes, he tells me…you remember so much of
what you cannot. I have
always been asked why I am so beyond understandable. Idle explanations, words
like complicated and complex have saved me from baring my soul. Selflessly giving all to someone has not paid off. There is no such thing.
wanted to be wanted, longed to be loved, needed to know that I am worthy. And
now all I know is a tired heart, many years more than necessary. So, I lay
the cards on the table for all to see. Some talk around my memories, others do
not bother. Many fear too much. Not you.
All you say is;
for now, I'll be indifferent.
Because that’s what I do.