Why have I always done it your way?
Why does what I want or need come second to yours?
Why are we always satisfying you and not concerned at all about mine?
Just the mere complaint makes me the bad guy.
I’ve learned to be passive and go along to get along.
It feels like I’ve wasted good years being complacent. When I have pushed back just a small amount to have some sense of being I’ve found that peace within doesn’t exist when there’s peace on the outside.
Yeah, I’m hilarious with the jokes. I’m the life of the party entertaining everyone while shouting on the inside - I DO NOT LIKE THIS!! Please recognize the pain behind the smile.
I’m tired of being told that affection is all I crave. However - it sort of is because I don’t want to wake up and no longer have a desire to be close.
I don’t just want to hold you - I want to know I’m being held too. I want to be desired for me and not out of convenience or because you think it’s something you have to do.
Sometimes I’m not sure if you love me or if you love the security I provide. It’s hard to tell.
I typed it - you’ll never read it - a stranger might - but that’s okay.
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