what's wrong? you ask
as I turn away
shuddering Strangely at your Touch,
just a slight hand on the shoulder,
and still I turn away.
nothing, I lie
as you stare sadly,
hurt filling your eyes,
hurt which really has no place, I remind myself,
and still I feel Guilt.
why should I feel this way? I wonder
as I face you again
forcing a brave front
and realizing that it shouldn't be me who feels guilty,
but there it is.
it's You who did this
the one who took our friendship
and slashed it apart into utter ruin with a simple act,
but here I still stand…
It's all an act now, isn't it?
this friendship built on a lie
that you aren't even supposed to know.
how to react?
do you call him out? do you tell everyone?
No, a small voice speaks.
if you call him out, he'll be defensive, like it's your fault. and maybe it is.
if you tell everyone, who's to say they'll even Believe you?
who's to say they'll even Care?
so how to react? I ask myself again and again
as here he stands, unknowing
and asking me what's wrong.
What do I say?
What can you say?