Apr 01, 2007 01:53
People never cease to amaze me.
Why is it that when there is a plethora of topics that can and need to be covered...
why is it then, at that moment, that people choose the worst detail to mention?
The one thing that I cannot bear.
The one thing that still brings pain.
The one thing that I want only to forget now.
The one detail that I could live my life without knowing.
It's this that you choose to mention.
I don't undersatnd why you do this.
Do I look immovable?
Will I not cry out if you strike?
Will I not bleed if you prick?
Do I not feel just as everyone else feels?
The way you look through my eyes rather than into them is like salt in an old would, truly. You inadvertently pick at my scabs as I'm trying to let them heal.
It's obvious now that I burrow the pain too deep. I enshroud to the point where the original shape of my pain cannot be seen by others. I masquerade now as I always have. This is my fault, my tragic flaw if you will.
Still, I beg to differ in regard to this point. Is this fault of mine supposed to compensate for your lack of common sense?
I don't think so.