value you more, criticise you less,
as you're unique from the fold?
That perhaps,
I wanted you to be an outcast,
an outlier, a pioneer,
so that there was company for my selfishness.
But that distinction is unclear now.
And I'm beginning to wonder,
am I thriving on being different?
Are you becoming less,
of what I wanted?
Or instead,
more of being yourself?
Or am I being hauled back,
returning to my brooding mold?
I wonder...
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