INTROVERTED WAR

I’m not good with people, that’s what i tell myself, over and over, until it feels like the only truth i know. Sometimes, someone walks into my life, kind and warm, ready to understand me. They learn my favorite things, listen to my fears, and stand beside me on my hardest days. They laugh with me, share my quiet moments, and for a little while, it feels like I’ve found a piece of forever. But then i start to push. I push too hard, showing them all the cracks in me, the wounds that never close. I share the stories that hurt the most, the anger i can’t control, the sadness i can’t escape. I wait to see if they’ll stay, but deep down, I know they won’t. One day, they look at me differently, tired, like they’ve carried too much. And then they leave, just like i thought they would. But it still hurts, because i hoped, even for a moment, that this time would be different. And now, I sit alone, with only my shadows for company, whispering again and again... "I’m not good with people."