I find myself at your door, yet again.
It never seems to fail....
Why is it never open?
You seem to prefer the foulest impurities of my memory of you, instead of the sweetness that pales in comparison.
It withers away with every new one you create, staining the very image of you, forever impressed on the impressions you make....
Am I the only one who sees you for who you really are?
You speak nothing but lies and do nothing but the devil's due.
Do you hear your actions, what they make of you?
Shouldn't they make you, like mine should make me?
But they don't....
You see, kindness rarely ever gets recognition because it's not as enticing as wickedness.
I am not the sacrifices I have made:
to keep a broken family misfitted in unity.
to lend a hand to any one reaching out.
to love those who would never feel it, in hopes it would be enough to make them smile some day.
to try and make you smile, despite knowing I could never be the reason you do.
to give....
My heart.
My devotion.
Myself.
Me- who is fully aware that much will never suffice.
There is no rest for a sinister soul.
You reap nothing you sew.
But I do.
Every mistake you make is who I am through their eyes.
But you only see yourself, or rather, who you claim to be.
You are just as jaded as they are.
You never get what you deserve.
Sadly, neither do I....
But where there is no justice,
Remember- there is no just us.
He is watching.
And you will stand outside His door, as I stand before yours.
You well beg for answers.
You will pray that you are enough gain admittance.
But you'll only obtain that through what you seek.
You will be faced with who you are some day.
The tears I cry won't be so lonely then.
I just pray you understand me more at that time.
I hope you can finally see me for who I am and what I've done for you.
If you have given nothing to this life but a lesson to me, at least let me share it, so that maybe you can see:
People don't change- monsters evolve.
