Why don't you recognize me now? You knew I was always headed this way. You knew I was different, even then. Darker. Moodier. Peculiar. It's not like I pulled the rug out from below your feet and yelled "Surprise!". Every time I deviated from the norm I had your understanding armouring me against the world. I thought I'd have your acceptance forever. Why do you find it so hard to accept me now? Have you found something brighter and blithe? Something easier? Something I can never be? Has it changed how you look at me?
You're surrounded by a resplendent aura. You flit from one thing to another like a butterfly while I trail behind your light like a moth. Darker. Plainer. Helpless.
You were my anchor when I was pulled apart by reason and paranoia alike. The North Star to my meandering ship. I had a purpose then. Your light guided me. I had a destination and a direction. There's something between us now. An ominous thundercloud. I can't see your light any more. I'm scared I'll get lost.