I didn’t know I was emotionally unstable until I met you. They always said I didn’t react the same as everyone else, but it was cool. I had me and that was all that mattered…then I had you.
I didn’t know that I played the victim until I was told by you. But when did the victim become someone who expressed their feelings openly, especially when I was encouraged to.
I didn’t know that I could keep so much inside until you forced me to. It’s hard to explain myself when all I ever feel is that I’m wrong. I guess I need to trade my abrasive side for a backbone.
I didn’t know that you would always be right until you were right the first time. The way you repeat my words back to me as if I’m incompetent….condescending much.
I couldn’t have known that I would wind up thinking that I was the problem because of you. It was all okay until you.
Until you set your eyes on me.