Why do You Have to Know (warning dark and depressing)

Every time someone says they know me, they’re wrong.

I’ve never told the truth.

Because by now we all know the truth is ugly.

Yet I couldn’t stop myself from showing you the truth.

I simply couldn’t.

Because I wanted to stay with you.

I needed to feel close.

You were perfect.

You are perfect.

I still didn’t have high expectations.

I still expected preposterous assumptions.

Horribly out of line and off the mark.

Detestable even.

Yet you were amazingly correct.

It’s like a clone had been made of me.

I’m scared.

Why do you understand?

Why?

I’m scared.

Don’t make any more!

I don’t want to feel more!

If I get closer I’ll hurt you!

Don’t understand me.

I beg of you, don’t!

I don’t want to hurt you!