If you found out that all the terrible things your family have to say about me are true, will you still
Choose me?
If I was fiend in disguise trying to be better for you,
Will you tell them they're right?

Time goes on, as I grow older, the fear and doubts grow with me into a chasm in my mind. You fall awake, I'm another year older and you don't know who I am. You fall away deeper and deeper into this chasm in my mind.
This abyssal feeling wakes me from sleep terrified that you aren't next to me. Only a ghost in my arms, staring into my eyes, feeding this chasm in my mind.

The nature of change is chaos, anxiety, stress, but life is change.
Love is change.
I ask for change, I want us to both be strong for the all of the change to come.

When I say I love you, do you hold your head up high? Or do you hide face.
Don't let the others see, it's a shame.
I want to be something you're proud of, not just another of the same, lost in the crowd.

Rationalizing someone lying to you, putting a bandaid on stitches. They come undone over time, and you just try cover it up.
They're lying because you would overreact, right?
Right?
They don't want you to get upset.
Right?
The pretty little lie, still sucker punches you in the gut.
It comes when you least expect it, when you cover it back up with all of the positive things you try to think about to make it disappear.
Here I am, before a shower, and the stitches have come undone once again.