heads...

Hurt... What goes around comes around? But nothing went around. Just me. I go around and around in circles. A dog chases its tail, but can never catch it. A child reaches for the stars but can never touch them. A girl wishes and dreams of love....but....

You criticize me, call me a hypocrite. Irresponsible. Mercurial. Evasive. With what right? With what validity? You look at me through wounded eyes and see what you want to see. You make excuses for yourself, for your pain, for your insecurities. You dare to point fingers where they don't belong. I have been nothing but honest. The truth hurts? Trite...but true.

Would you prefer I lie to you? Feign affection at the expense of dignity, sanity, integrity? Is that what you'd prefer? Because I don't understand. I don't know what you want me to do. I don't know what you want me to say. There are only so many times that I can say the same thing...

At the end of the day, I can only look out for me. If I don't, who can I look out for? I can't protect you at the sacrifice of my self.