By Mac Guerreiro
Eye have to be prepared,
This is what eye’ve realized,
Maybe someday my character won’t shift in your eyes,
But expecting that now is emotional suicide,
Hurt once,
That’s my fault,
Hurt twice,
Well eye supposed it’s my fault too,
Because my expectations assured me that you,
Might see me for who eye am,
A woman who loves you more than anything,
A woman who’s doing her best,
Even when her blind spots manifest,
A woman who would never hurt you with intention,
A little girl whose relationship with her things is brimming with tension,
And you swing to extremes,
Eye understand this more than you may think,
Because extremes is something we have in common,
Our versions are simply different from one another,
It makes sense to not even wanna try,
It makes sense to just retreat,
Yet in your retreat eye feel defeat,
Eye feel myself become embarrassed and ashamed,
My issues and burdens,
They’re all the same,
At least in her eyes,
This so very scared little girl inside,
Eye try to calm her as she cries,
Try to tell her you’ll be back,
Maybe even willing to explore this at that,
But she won’t hear me,
Not right now,
Right now feeling is the only way out.