Inconsistency infects my peace. A sickness with symptoms that make it appear as if I have simply grown tired of interacting with others. Struggling with the conflict that arises between my needs and yours. My need to ask for what will heal me, but the words don't pass my lips. You will be too busy being offended by what you are hearing to realize what I am trying to convey to you. You will hear me pointing out flaws, things you claim you do not have the ability to change. I want you to know what's missing. You will hear pointless complaints. I want you to know what is happening with me. I am trying to tell you that your volatile behavior is the source of my sickness, but you are not trying to hear me.
Life is filled with enough unpredictability. I am weakened when the people around me lack reliability. My immune system is not equipped to combat such poison. Do not upset my peace. Help me. Care for me. Consistently be you. Do not conform to the ways of the world. Following the world's lead often has grave consequences. Surface level interactions leave you forever lost. Shift your focus. Change your perspective. Strengthen your spine.
