The Story's Tale
Why do people treat me like this?
One day we're friends
inseparable
I hold their hand and tell them my secrets
they always want more
often more than I can give
but they continue to take
and once they've gotten all they can from me
they begin to dissect
Ask, wonder what my every word means
they read further and further into things
draw their own conclusions when there's nothing left for them to do
and then they talk to people about me
Converse, spread false accusations
others begin to feel different about me
my true meaning is lost
Forgotten
and soon so am I
They let go of my hand and push me away
Forgetting about me,
sometimes for good
other times I get lucky
and they come back for a while
the same vicious cycle repeats,
and soon its over
this time for good
and so here I sit,
Gathering dust
Watching
as they grow and move on,
their lives change before my eyes
they'll have other friends like me
and most often they'll treat them just the same
But I don't say a word
not a whisper, not a warning
not even a sigh for help
Because I'm only a book
and all my pages have been turned.
-Alexis Wright