You're young and incompetent. Too old to be acting this young, but too young to talk like you're grown. Yet, you seem sweet. You're like a pup lost in a storm. Run away out of curiosity, not abandoned. You know so well what love is. And you waste it. You don't mean to, but you're foolish. Selfish at the base, although you don't mean to be. You don't realize. Fueled by emotion and a will to carry on living as you have, you've fallen into the same motions we all have. You're fueled by your own intention. Always.
You call for help in the situation you've found yourself in. A situation you've driven yourself to. Someone comes to you; a beacon in a snow storm. You, a lost pup in a harsh storm, a runaway, all to your own fault, bite them. You bite the hand that feeds you. You drive them away. Is it your fault? You already have people; your own people. You don't need this person to take you in. You have a home, a warm, safe place.
You're alone in the storm. Should you go home? Should you bond with strays? Will you stay outside tonight? Will your family be so mad about your return that night that they'll leave you outside? Or will they be relieved?
You'll never know until you go home.
You, on the inside, are just a sweet, incompetent, loyal puppy. Uncomfortable with new situations, which all be it, can draw you to unfortunate, selfish situations, is that so bad? Are you so bad?
