A pretender

December 31, 2010
There was a time when I felt sorry for you.
A time when I justified all your mean words because of your past.

I cried not ony for myself, but for you.
Because the man who hurt you is a part of me.
Was a part of me.

There was a time when I sat in my room all day,
just so I wouldn't have to see your face.
A time when your sick laugh was all I heard.

I watched the walls around me change colors.
From a loving blue to a sinister black.
Because of you.

There was a time when you apologized for your ways.
A time when they said you had changed.

I buried my hate for you,
and tried to be strong.
I forgave you.

Now I'm sitting here running what you just did through my mind.
To think that I ever forgave you was a lie.
All of that buried hate is resurfacing because you deserve it.
You never changed.
You just hid it well,
but you can't pretend forever.





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