Sometimes I wonder
Not too bluntly
If I am expected
To be perfect.
I know
I can be annoying
Sometimes
And even violent others.
But everyone seems to just
Hate me for it.
Makes me nervous,
And think.
Maybe
I'm not good enough.
Not for them,
Not for you.
But, then I think
Again
And look at your face.
You almost seem to be laughing
Not at me,
But more of…
At my response.
And then…
I think…
Of you.
You almost always seem
To look out from the shadow
You almost isolate yourself
From me.
But you seem to forget
I am here for you as well
It wasn't your fault
Joshua or Mary.
I'm confused
Should I kiss the wound?
Or, should I rub salt to it?
Either way, the next thing done
Suprises
You,
Me,
Everyone in the room.
I hug you
For no reason
But to make you smile
It seems to succeed.
Well, I decided to make a second part of it, a second viewpoint. Eheh. I hope THIS one gets reviewed, at least. ME NO OWN CHRONO CRUSADE!!!!! T.T forgot to mention that last time...no get mad at me?