Farewell

It’s undeniably cruel to feel connected to someone I’ve never truly met—their judgment casting shadows on my light.

Intertwining our lives as though you’ve seen my heart and heard my cries, painting an untrue image into the hearts and minds of everyone and no one—all because I exist.

But have you looked into my eyes as you spread your lies, spilling shades of grey onto my sunrise?

And yet, through my hurt, I wonder about the sadness you hide—the insecurities you mask behind your cheery persona and praying hands. I don’t want to leave you drowning in your ego and mistrust as I hold out my olive branch.

But I must. I can’t linger here in your world of disdain. I’ve come too close to living a life of despair to try and fix your broken pieces when I’ve worked so tirelessly on my own.

I hope one day you gaze at the images you’ve painted of others and realize they were created with your own brushes. I hope you find peace and love as you burn them to the ground, letting the ashes heal your pain.