Broken Love

Bridges were broken, we tried to mend, not as strong before, but we can pretend. There are too many cracks and too many gaps. How do you expect me to walk on this bridge? The trust isn't there, afraid to stray from the edge. The past is the past, but this can't possibly last. Drifting apart, don't know where to start... When did you stop caring? I'm starting to wish I never did. Maybe I will leave, despite your plees... The world I know out here cares for me more than the world I fear in there. Where people can see and hear, you are so friendly, what a dear, but when no on watches, you care not for me, only what's in your pockets, why can't you see? I wish you would see me for me, keep your opinions to yourself. Your judgments, your arguments, your anger, your truths. They are not mine, I did not ask for them. I am my own person, human being, and creature. I ask not for love or understanding, I know I'll have neither. Just want you to stop the torture....the lying...the hatefulness. Treat me like a friend with your heart in your hands, not with your mind and your wretched commands.