Wandering.

That way I don’t feel the guilt.

If I’m angry at you I don’t think about who you are to me

I think about what you’ve done

If I start to think about you

The person I wish you would consistently be...

I feel guilty

I feel angry at myself

Confused

Hurt

I will unwrap the me from 10 years ago.

The sadness,

Anger,

Disdain.

A type of metamorphosis that butterflies dream of.

Breathing in power and beauty.

Unwrapping.

Becoming me.

What are we lacking?

How can we be better?

I just want to know.

I just want to fix what I know, so things can get better.

Unimportant.

You pass me by like I’m an object on the wall.

We avoid speaking.

I don’t exist, unless my nagging words circle your chaotic mind.

I want to fix this.