We were happy
With all the recklessness
You said we were young
Then what did you do?
You started the fight
Telling me that your life was not what-
What I was seeing
That there was more to it.
I didn't know about it all
You could have said everything
I was there with you
I believed that we could fight it.
You thought I was some fragile girl
Who could not fight her own problems and
You were the therapist that I needed
Little did you know about me too.
If I could fight my own problems
Way back before you came
Without seeking help of a therapist like you
I don't think I was weak.
I was not a piece of glass
I just needed someone
I found that someone in you
And now you don't even want my help.
I had argued with you many times
You too, with me
But this fight was not just an argument
And I felt different from this.
YOU ARE READING
YOU
PoetryThis is not a story. This is a set of poems(don't post bad/hate comments if u r not interested just ignore and move on). A young girl who had been going through her worst times unexpectedly met a boy one day. As of her age, she liked him and tried t...
