agree to disagree

Am I pushy? It hurts me that I have hurt you with so few words. That’s all I’ll say and then I’ll quit talking.

 If you say it’s alright, I have one more thing to add: I’m sorry that I am not preapproved. Yes, the world is a dangerous place. Protect yourself from my introspection. In fact, I have no right.

 Don’t apologize and I won’t either. We can agree to disagree. You believe there is a different truth for everyone. I believe we reform our truths together.  You won’t share with me, because we’re at work or we’re at school, but I will make guesses about the way you perceive life.  It doesn’t make you special, darling. It doesn’t make you a target. You are merely another viewpoint; does this take your pain away?

 I’m sure that you have also felt lonely. If you want to know the truth, my loneliness feels like I am being swallowed by the world. The rebel in me wants to break every rule and tradition, in hopes of taking a full breath.

 Ah! That’s right. I found a little corner to breathe into; I found a place where my thoughts are not structured. I can’t hurt anyone in here, nor can I be judged. I know myself, but with you I took a chance. I’m sorry for us both that I wasn’t worth the risk.

 You were sold on who I was, but I wondered about you, I wasn’t ready to asses your worthiness. You can do any dance. I just want to be a person before performing. My failed performance only illustrates your point. This is not working. I just feel empty. I just feel like we can disagree and I’m sorry. I want to understand why your world is subdivided. I just want to go home now where I can be whole. I’ll just go home where I am my whole self under the pressure.