Do I start off sweet by listening to all your problems?
Can you hear my responses in your head? You know, the ones I am afraid to share out loud.
Am I safe telling you the problems you dwell on are petty?
Probably not… now I am the evil one.
What should I do when you have exhausted my energy?
Should I sleep all day and risk your thought of my laziness?
Could I leave and find a new way of life?
If I do, do I tell you…?
Do I tell you that you have poisoned each energy field that comes in contact with you?
I would hate for the truth to send you down the depression loop.
So, I don’t dare say anything.
Would you listen either way?
You are rubbing off on me and I am beginning to lose my sanity.
I stay because I get to save money and play.
But, is any of it worth becoming molded by you?
Is that what I tell you when I leave?
Could I tell you that it was my fault for falling into your trap?
My inner turmoil sent me through the forest of your emotions.
Could I be honest enough to see I blame others for the darkest parts of me?
Could I shine a light on the procrastination I feel?
I would love to be mad at you,
But I am truly only mad at me…
For taking so damn long to see,
Anything I need is created inside of me.
xoxox, good luck growing up