Sup3rnality

I used to hate you so much. I wished someone else was you. I was you were someone else. I used to fear you you. Still do. The thought of being alone with you filled me with dread.

I could never really say what I feel. I was not allowed to sing. I was not allowed to joke. I was not allowed much trust.

It would be easier if I could hate you. But I couldn't. Because at the end of the day I'd still see you for the good that you mean. For what you are to me.

But sometimes I do. Like today. Like now. But I would love you again and ask you for forgiveness in my heart.

Today as I heard your voice, hate mingled with love and fear of you.

And let's just leave it at that.