I am so loved.
And it hurts me.
Because I don't know if I will ever be able to love them the way they love me.

When they are down and low,
I am there to pick them up and help them grow.
However when the roles are reversed,
I push away and isolate.

I don't let them love me, because it hurts me.
I don't want them to feel the pain I ache,
For if I confessed and had to watch them break along with me,
it would only cause me further to bleed.

I know everyone tells you you shouldn't face it alone,
and I bid that to be true.
However, I can't help but be consoled by the deprivation of my isolation.

So.
Here I stand in my twisted musings,
Knowing that my seclusion will lead to no means of deliverance,
but only further increase my resistance.

Nonetheless, I will reside,
for though I am deprived,
I can't help but sort of...

kind of...

enjoy this ride.