Who do you think I am . .

Who do you think I am

as you create me through your fractured lens?

Where do you think I’m going

as you see me stomping towards you

while I only can tip-toe on egg shells around you

How do you give meaning to words that I have not uttered

but you chose to translate and interpret

to fit arguments in your one-way conversation?

You hear me say hurtful things 

though nothing has come from my mouth

What do you imagine is my purpose when

you can only see me through your self image

You do not want to hear my story

unless it sounds like your version

And when you do not hear from me,

you say it is my fault for not listening to you

And thus you decide that I am not worthy

to be the friend that you thought me to be

You decide that I have intended to hurt you

by tossing away the years of friendship

that you have conjured

You’re willing to blame me for your heartache

which I understand as I have not been

a part of this imagined relationship

where you could not have seen me clearly

for the fractured lens of your life