Dear You

By , Rochester Hills, MI
Dear You,
I am nothing. Nothing more than a collage of broken dreams and hopes, that lay shattered around me like broken glass. I am surrounded by broken aspirations, hidden desires, and tragic lies. You look but do not see. You talk but do not listen. You act but do not feel. I cry and you ignore.

I watch as you grow and learn. As you discover who you are in life, I watch as you make an image for yourself. Oh yes, I see how you appear so put-together in front of your peers. Your mask of lies does not fool me. I know who you are, not who you pretend to be. I have seen you at your best and at your worst. You have a mind that is always in motion, yet the emotions you have, or should have, are never shown. You are as cold and stoic as a statue. Sometimes, just sometimes, I think it would be better if you were one…. For then at least you would not run when I need you.

I am yours. And you… you are supposed to be mine. Don’t you know that’s how it’s supposed to work? Don’t you understand? Why can’t you understand? It is a concept of ‘we’ and ‘us’ not just ‘me’ or ‘you’. It is supposed to be mutual… So why do I feel so alone?

I am nothing, because I believed you. I believed you when you told me I was worthless. But now I see through your lies. I see that am everything, and you, you are nothing without me. I will be better without you to drag me down. I will rise above you and all your petty judgments. I will find someone to appreciate me, for who I am, not who you want me to be. You can have all of my broken dreams and hopes. Keep them; they are a gift… from Me to You.
From,


Me.





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