Since the beginning I knew that something was wrong.
A ringing bell sang in my head, signalling a red flag.
I ignored it, for your smile said nothing but wonder and innocence.
We were young then, so how could I know right from wrong?
Yet as the days blended into years, so did the line of morality.
Your childlike innocence became childish temper; your demand for attention, now a demand for obedience; your imagination warped your desires into thinking you were always in the right.
But I loved you, so I stayed quiet.
I let you self-destruct and torment everyone because I always thought you would see your wrongdoing.
You'd yell, berate and belittle, and at times I felt like breaking down, wanting to cry and scream and hit, but I didn't want to stoop down.
To be just like you.
Because if I did, the cycle would repeat.
And I do not want to hurt anybody else.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
