How can you fail to understand me so completely? Where did I come from? I’m not the first to wonder this I won’t be the last. But you make me die a little bit inside everytime. Like a little kid I want to run away. This place that was supposed to be safe isn’t safe anymore. And I’m starting to realize it never was. My body remembers what it would not and forgets what it should not and my tongue lies. Don’t forgive me. I don’t want it. I didn’t do anything to require it. So don’t give me this shit. Don’t hand me guilt like a gift and expect me to smile and thank you.