Strength and Weaknesses

Obsessed

Why do you only see me
When you're angry, depressed, and hurt;
Why do you only talk to me
When you want reassurance, confidence, and strength;

Why is it you only ask me how I'm doing
When it's deep into the night and I have no energy left to talk about how I feel or how I've felt;
Why is it that you only show me your depressing, monotone soul;
And you only show her the positive?
Why is it that you give her your best when she hasn't given you hers?

Why is it you give me your worst
And I've only given you the best I could?
Why is it that you only inflict pain, suffering and forced smiles upon me
When you know all those things are not of my aura?

Is it because you want pain and suffering too?
That you have so much, you pass it on to me?
That if you pass it on to me, you wish to protect her?

Now, I'm going to protect me.
And I'm going to avoid you.
Because it was never about me nor you.
It's about her.

She is your drug, the reason to your happiness, the adrenaline to your actions and feelings, your pain, and your suffering.
And I want to be free of as much troubles as I can.

Because as much as you love her, I love me more.
And me thinks too highly of myself,
To lower to standards such as yours.
Goodbye.