Different

Unfeeling.

Cold.

Heartless.

These words,

Your words.

But they’re imposed on me.

 

It’s not fair,

Is it.

Me,

But according to you.

What about

Me,

According to me?

 

Numb.

Inundated with emotions,

Emotions I can‘t control.

Swimming,

Sinking,

Gasping for air.

Anxious,

Confused,

Yearning,

Begging!

Begging for an escape.

 

But not like you.

I don’t want what you did,

What you do.

Not that escape.

What I want is different.

What I need is different.

 

You don’t understand.

No one does.

I can’t expect them to,

Yet somehow I still do.

Maybe not expect.

But hope.

 

And that’s the difference.

Hope.

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