You are the unique and the loyal to a fault.
The unfaltering, unwavering, unmoved.
Then why do I feel your constant judging
Deciding if my intentions are centered around you.
My every decision seems to speak to you wrongly.
You prick your own heart
and tell me I’m the source of your wounds.
I’ll help you solve this mystery
I’m your friend or your enemy.
It should be simple after all this time, really.
I’m not your anything.
I belong to me and I should get to choose.