There is an immense liberation
in facing the truth,
especially those which you've
always known
but which had became obscured by your want of things.
You want things to be a certain way,
You want what others have
and therein dig a grave
of grave import.
You meet with disappointments,
Your responses reflecting their's,
Like puppets on strings
Muddying your own
perceptions.
Not who you are.
Not who you want to be.
Better than this
is to acknowledge the truth:
You already were aware
that you would not be
someone's most important person.
This is liberating.
You knew this.
You wish the contrary still
but are not disappointed
with the reality.
Liberated , you can focus on
being important to yourself
and take charge of
your responses.
No strings attached.
Your feelings, finally your own.
Not dependent anymore.
