Maybe now I'll see your insecurities
or perhaps your faking tactics
and superficial feelings.

Maybe I'll notice the marks
and wounds you leave behind
when your essence touches mine.

Maybe the sun will shine
even without your presence,
and the stars will grant my wish
to look past you.

Maybe I'll start functioning
independently and confidently,
without the little voice
(he's behind you, he's right there)
proving the hypersensitivity you
cause(d).

Maybe, but probably not.