Oxymoron

I often say my least favorite word.

I crave the nurturing that I give others.

I’m fascinated by what’s fake

I look at it with shining eyes.

I can’t share my passions without shame.

I know when I’m selfish and I just stand there, I don’t change. 

I’m too numb to care yet too weak to handle the pain. 

I’m sorry for the times I wanted to be gone.

I’m over it, I promise.

The future’s my favorite thing.