Because everything is and must be about you.
Your pain
Your beauty
Your silence
Your tears
Your ache
Your solace
And what am I?
The muse?
The nurse?
The safety net?
The lover?
The girlfriend?
The wife?
The one that got away?
None of that has anything to do with me.
You fail to see the selfishness of you.
You fail to see how you take advantage
Because it’s all hidden in pretty words
Words that paint beautiful pictures
But all they are
All they ever will be are words
I don’t want to be that person
And I don’t want a person that can be as this
So continue to live
Continue to thrive
I, at least, will not be a secret in my own life
I, at least, will thrive in integrity
I am and always will be true to who I am
That same strength that angers you now
You would’ve loved had it been in your favor.
But then, that’s all about you...again.