"What's wrong? Are you mad at me?"
"Is it something I did? What?"
"Why are you so happy? Who is it? hmm?"
"You're never THIS sad, what's wrong, tell me!"
Don't I have a right...
To feel these things...
Without being questioned?
Like you do?
Or is it just too much to ask of you
To let me figure myself out
For me
And keep my life secret
Until I am willing to share it with you
I love my friends...
But they all seem to want
So much more from me than I can give
They want to know why I am
What I am
And why I'm feeling
All the emotions that are normal..
For a human being to feel.
Must I explain myself to you
Over and over again?
Must I open my life
And put down my defenses
So that everyone can know
What I'm like inside?
It's not right!
What you do to me is wrong.
I am who I am because of things
And I will change
Just like you
So don't take me for granted
And don't take advantage of my kindness
I love you, my friends but please
Let me share with you
What I will
And give me time to heal
And share the rest
When I am ready to.