Though you have changed in many ways
Your old ways continue to resurface.
And I ask myself, why?
Why is it so hard for you to love someone who has given their all for you?
Is it your ego?
Which continues to get in the way with every conversation we have?
The bigger desire to be right seems to overpower the desire for you to connect with me on a deeper level.
Why is it so important to be correct in this house?
Is it your pride?
Knowing that you always must be right, no little how insignificant the topic is?
Insulting my intelligence seems to be more important than loving me.
Is it your depression?
Is insulting me one of the ways to escape this dark sadness?
It makes mine worse.
God has seemed to leave me
My demons are on the verge of overtaking me
And now that I make a voyage overseas
To find out who I am,
I'm scared that you won't be there for me, when I return
but I've been there for you. Always.
YOU ARE READING
one day
PoetryLooking inwards on yourself can be hard. It can be hard to acknowledge the ugliest truths or flaws. At the same time, it can also be hard to look at yourself in a positive way, sometimes. This book is my own reflection of my overall perspective on...
