They say it was right, the choice to let go,
When they saw me unravel, put on a show.
But was it wildness, or hurt laid bare?
Did they see the pain that brought me there?

Can they not know that I’m this way,
Because of all that they took away?
Each word they said, each quiet goodbye,
Left scars I wear, too deep to deny.

I wasn’t wild; I was trying to cope,
With memories lost, with faded hope.
They only saw what they wanted to see,
Not the ache and loss that changed me.

So let them think they chose what’s best,
They broke me down, then laid me to rest.
If they’d looked deeper, beneath the flame,
They might’ve seen my heart wasn’t to blame.