Why is it that you told me this? You have not stated a reason. Nor have you justified it to me. You spoke of the truth, that I cannot ignore and unlike you, it does affect me.
I am sorry that I show a situation through different words than the path that you want me to express myself.
But how does a poet describe a situation?
How does an author express his mind?
They never are in tune with what you are trying to get me to do. They express themselves using metaphors, they express being abstract because that is the only way to connect with the reader, because they don't want to show you the truth strait out. They want you to know what it feels like emotionally, they displace you mentally because you will understand their situation. A books pages hold many meanings. Meanings that are impossible to show without full hearten descriptions. After hearing what you have said, I cannot express myself fully. I try writing down with what a poet might say but I cannot. Sometimes logic cannot capture nor explain a situation to its fullest potential.
That's what I'm trying to get you to see.
What about a comedian who turns his bad luck into something to laugh at? It makes him comfortable, it shows people that he is strong and has gotten through it even though at the time it might have not been so clear.
So why?
What did you hold back?
No. It's more. And you know it.
You wouldn't of gone to so many ends to tell me what I do wrong.
I ask why. Because I know there is something more that you were hiding.
I cannot ask anything from you. Because now I feel like you wouldn't do it.
That scares me, because someone else made you vulnerable when they have asked something, when they have given their opinions. You locked yourself away. I'm just trying to bring you back.
A foolish decision. But its something that I have chosen to do. Even though the odds are greatly against me, and its not because I'm trying to prove anything. It's not to show the world anything. I wouldn't try to push for it for no reason, because I know it would be worth something in the end.
You have left yourself with a scar when you were younger. You cleaned it up, you learned from it. What did you learn? Why can't I teach you to begin to care for someone else's thoughts. A thought begins to emerge in me, wondering why I am going to all ends to do this.
I don't like you closed.
I have a father who taught me to be this way. Because he wasn't open. He didn't show anything inside of him. Which only made me hide myself as well.
Nothing I say will change it. Yet I still try to do so.
This is just a writing of thoughts. It has no reason, except to shed itself in this piece.
I cannot bring myself to type a different thought. I do not want to sit there, to think over what you said to me and type anything differently.
Yet. I will. Not for you. Why would I do it for you? To get your approval? Ha. Even when I act normally you have taken the time to shown that what I have been doing hasn't been for your approval and those are the things I have been normally doing.
When someone has feelings for someone else. They don't do things for their approval. They do things because they care about that person. They want to make that person happy.
If that person were to do things for her approval. He would be destroying himself, and that is not the way any girl would fall for someone. So don't ever even think that I'm doing something for your approval, because when I go all ends to do something, its because I care about you and I am doing it for you whether you approve of it or not. Go ahead question that. Just don't tell me anything. Why? Because what I said is true. You would be foolish not to realize that.
