Adult Me Takes A Look Back At Teenage Me

I’m more than a little tired of your excuses.

Through and fed up with the lies.

Trying to be more aggressive.

Don’t want to feel weak inside.

My words seem to sting you

part of me wants them to, too.

I tried to draw you near

even though I caused your tears.

Can’t you see that I want you.

Your love and compassion could dress my wounds,

But I'm always here so you'll never see

how much of you depends upon me