The Problem

I’m everyone’s scapegoat . And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of opening my heart and regretting it. I’m tired of trying to tell people how I feel and them not getting it. I have my own demons, trust me I don’t have room to store responsibility for yours. I hate that I am a complication to those I love.  I didn’t realize the judgement that my presence clearly invokes. That I’m the last person they think they can trust. All can say is sorry because I didn’t know.

I guess that’s why its so easy for people to just let me go. 



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