Attempting to fix a strained friendship. |
I see you coming. Your footsteps follow me like leaves caught in a breeze from a town away. I'm not running away. I'm not trying to escape. I'm just moving along in an attempt to get around. A handshake and a smile catches me off-guard. I was expecting a fight and looking for a denial. There was nothing else to see so I tried to seek redemption through your attention. Too caught up in not being cast aside; I searched for you, only to find the way out wasn't there. Then and only then did I try to be on your side. Where is it that my anger best serves me? I always find the answers to the questions of me properly when they're never asked. And when I need to play nice I can't help but shout and fail to keep my hands to myself. I was a bad child. I was a neglected seed. The cowlick in the family portrait. The reason there's a need for justice. I didn't mean to take it out on you. This is not the time nor the place. I see you coming in the distance. Your shadow looms large, giving me room to run, but it traps me like a mask of guilt encapsuling my skull and cloaking my neck. Try as I may, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not running away. I'm just trying to get around. |