You know
I feel bad sometimes.
Because I don't want to be around you.
And for some reason
That makes me an awful person.
You've told since I was little
That I'm annoying.
Obnoxious.
A hypochondriac.
Over reactant.
I'm sorry
If I no longer want to hear that.
If I now realize
How toxic
That truly is.
How poisonous.
How hurtful.
But the truth is
I've realized what I need.
And you're hurtful words
Are not it.
As soon I can
I will leave.
But until then
Don't expect me
To continue to act like this is okay.
Because it isn't.
And that realization.
Is saving me.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesíaMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
