More than anything else, all I have ever wanted is someone who for once understood me. Someone who could hear my words and see my actions, then cut through them both and shock my core.

Those that I meet always admire my strength. My light, my love, my passion for everything. None notice the turmoil that lies underneath. They are distracted with their own problems-those problems that more often than not, I am helping and guiding them through. Convincing them there is more hope to be had, encouraging them to grow into the people they have always wanted to be. They admire me, look up to me, and in all their admiration they fail to notice who I am.

But you did. It was only you.
or maybe I guided you into that too.
But our pasts were the same, and you knew who I was, and why I hid behind this veil of strength.
and then you ran. and I will always wonder; was it because you knew? Would you have stayed and admired me like all the rest if had you never figured me out

Since you, I have been cruel. Half of the light that I used to shine dulled overnight. What was the point anymore. Where did it get me? No one's allowed close enough to figure me out again.

I wanted to be seen. but I think what's worse than being unknown, is to be known and then abandoned.