When I say this to someone, they say thank you and walk away
Guilt-free and light
When I expect someone to forgive me, I am judged.
I’m mad at you. You’re not what we want you to be. I will judge you for who you are
And I smile and I smile and I smile with my burdened heart, thinking that maybe I give away too much of me
“I’m not mad at you!” I wish you’d say it, anyone!
Say it. Mean it for me so I can sleep guilt-free
My heart is burdened, my eyes are tired and my mind is buzzing with voices I cannot drown
I’m not mad at you. I’m not anything really.
An empty shell of a person, left alone in a desert, tending to her burnt feet.
