the ruins of me

letters to no one ii.

i crave perfection.
from the way i was raised, i was a pleaser instead of a hater.

but yet, i still find myself alone in a dark forest with none around to help me. but one. i'm quiet, yet my mind is the opposite of that.

i'm different, i get that. i'm a road less travel, i've got pathways half broken and unexpected twists and turns that make me impossible. but that doesn't mean that you can't at least try it.

you're hostile towards me now, tell me? what did you find? what did you hear? my past was never a secret, yet you twisted it against me. and used it to burn me down, and told me to sumbit.

you were my form of protection. yet the only thing i needed to be protected from was people like you.

i haven't seen the other side of things, but it has taught myself to be stronger and wiser. that there is still sunshine through the clouds on a dark day.

i'm mature now. so please, lighten you're grip on my throat. for my screams are not temporary.

- zmh