You weren’t invited; you don’t know who I am.
You chose your judgement, forgot your personal skeletons.
Taste my lips, they are bitter and hostile.
My words seem cruel, but at the minimum they are real.
I won’t pretend to be something I am not.
You need me to be your insecurity; I don’t need you.
I’m not the loss of who you are, find yourself.
My heart won’t be your pain, I’ve been broken before.
It’s not your turn to break me, not again.
My strength was built up, by this type of destruction.
I forgive myself for my damage, the pain I have caused.
It’s your turn, excuse yourself, I’m not your injury.
Your hatred is acidic; I feel it in everything I do.
You don’t deserve my admiration, even though it is all I have ever given.
Savor your sour words, they stung my heart.
Suffocate me with your syllabus, I require your pain.
I have eaten the same words you are are delivering.
I have tasted those spices on my tongue.
My eyes, look into my eyes, surrender to your illness.
Look at me, I am your equal. I only want to be accepted by you.
Yet, I am lost, beautiful and grievous.
Shut your lids, and see who we really are.
One lovely, frightened being, I see it too.
Let me hold you, and understand you. We are the same.
All of us broken, cracked from the inside.
I am the equivalent discouraged and terrified.
Lead me not into your discouraged heart, but your gallant one.
Look at me, I am you.