i do not like your doubts when i am sure i do not like your hesitation,
i do not like your doubts when when i am determined.
i do not like your deception
i do not like your lies, they feed my fears,
i do not like your ways.
but who are you?
you are part of me. you are mine, all mine.
who else would caress your roughness? who else takes you in when you have been beaten?
but why do you feel hurt at my tears of joy?
have we not been good friends?
remember when you saved me once or twice?
am i the great ungrateful?
why do you not just accept my joy?
