Why do you always think the worst of me?
I thought that you would know me well enough.
Just give me the benefit of the doubt,
Don’t snap at my heels,
don’t give me a list of everything I did wrong.
All I need is for you to take a second to think,
take a second to realise that that’s not me.
It never has been.
Respect works both ways, but occurs only one.
Have you ever thought to ask why?
Why I did what I did?
Instead you assume.
Assume I didn’t care, assume I wanted to upset you.
I will never know why, and it hurts.
Not until the day comes when you realise,
realise just how much worse it could have been,
and just how lucky you actually are.