As you look at me with anger
Your eyes providing a window to what really your heart is after
And I don’t know if what you are looking for is an apology
Or a promise to move on from this topic
In hopes of distracting me from finding the very thing I set out to free
I have grown callus to your statements full of resolve and sympathy
Understanding that life isn’t full of flowers
I find myself falling and tripping over false memories
Knowing the person standing in front of me is mimicking who they think I want them to be
So as you stand with chest out and eyes wide
Know that I’m not sorry
I know who I am
I just wish I could say the same about you