I cry, rant and break
When you hurt me
I expect you to be perfect and unblemished
You expect me not to hurt you.
I expect you not to stab me in the back

But, what I run from is always at my tail
What I warned you about is what you are now warning me about too.
When I expect you not to mess up.
You surely come around with knife at my back.

But, what I failed to know
What I failed to understand
Is what I experience on the outside
Is a function of the activities on the inside.
What I refused to understand
Is you cannot disappoint me
I can only disappoint myself.

When you hurt me
It is as a result of my failure to understand that:

What happens to me is what I invite.