There was a time,
when I had my dignity,
when I was an optimist.
But now I'm a realist who
see's the bad in everyone,
because I can't afford to let myself
feel again.
I've gotten too comfortable with being numb,
but can you truly blame me?
I can't look anyone in the eye anymore,
all I see is what could happen,
to them,
to me.
I can't take going through that again.
Can't take hurting someone like that again.
So please forgive me
If I don't return your smile,
it isn't your fault,
it's mine for being so fractured.
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Seeking Solace
Поэзия"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
