Boundaries

I don't want to protect you from the world, I want to show it to you.

What is happening to us?

for in the past,

rhyme or not,

we would be there for each other,

and you were the thing I would count on.

It didn't matter that

people didn't know how close we were,

we were two very opposite things,

but we had a friendship,

and for the first time

it was something where

I didn't care what other people thought of it.

Where have you gone?

What's happening to us?

we decided to be awesome,

united

and all the things that come with the package,

but no,

we,

because of selfish reasons

chose to break the bonds,

and become particles,

instead of supreme.

What's happening to us?

we used to be close,

and now

we do things to irritate each other,

and then pretend that nothing's wrong.

What's happening to us?

I don't wish you anything,

but for you to accept all that is happening

around you,

I used to understand,

but now,

I find myself holding back,

because you are,

if I'm not wrong,

threatened?

What's happening to me?

I am numb.

I did so many things,

made so many choices,

gave up so many dreams,

changed so much of me.

And what have I found,

a girl,

a little girl,

caught in the rain.

Eyes.

Eyes.

Windows.

Windows.

Maybe I was selfish,

for choosing my happiness

over yours,

and in that,

I took the easy way out,

and left you standing alone.

Maybe I was wrong,

for not fighting harder,

not fighting more often,

not fighting for everyone,

not fighting for more.

Maybe I was weak,

and lost my faith,

I still remember

how you knew that we

were important.

And I let everything slip away.

Maybe I lost it all,

passion,

my ability to think,

my ability to speak,

and overall my ability to do.

To act on my instincts,

my visions,

my love,

and my passion.

Maybe I saw it coming,

But I saw me fighting,

Not anymore.

I want to say,

that I didn't lie,

that I am happy,

that I am okay,

that I am fine.

I can't,

not anymore,

not when keeping it in

hurts more than

I could imagine.

I want to say

all the things I want to say,

Do,

all the things I want to do,

without thinking,

and be spontaneous,

but I can't.

I made a person,

who can't talk

about what's bothering her,

about all the things,

because of the extent of trust,

about people,

cause they won't understand,

who can't shout DICK without getting stares,

who can't feel the warmth and love of people,

who can't do what she wants to do,

for she's afraid of judgement.

who can't do all the things she wants to do,

because if she does,

she's trying to get the throne.

I made a person,

and in that,

destroyed myself.

So I cannot answer the question,

but I am asking all to help,

Who am I?