Push You Away

I push you away.

I push everyone away.

Eventually…

I can’t have friends. Because I can’t keep them. I can’t let them in. So they get bored. They get tired of waiting for the gates to open, for the chains to fall off, for my heart to fall apart, exposing the naked truth about me.

They won’t ever know how close they really were to getting to the real me.

But that’s okay.

That’s okay.

Or is it?

Or is this just the constant lie I feed myself while I starve to be needed, to be wanted?

I realize th...