I am upset.
I’m not sitting here complaining. I’m just straight-up upset. Stating the facts.
Something happened and you wont talk. You’re taking something out on me when I did nothing.
But.
It’s okay. I can be your punching bag. when you are furious, completely enraged, if you started swinging and pounding on my chest I would let you. I would grab you close as you faught and just held you, no matter how much you hit or hurt me.
I care. More than you think.
Hell, I care the world for you.
I’m not out to get you. I’m not going to hurt you, or hit you. Never.
Open your eyes and just clear your head.
See what’s really in front of you and just smile.
Please, because you wear it well.
