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.