Yet as more time goes by, I can see myself becoming you.
We both expect too much from ourselves, usually ending in self destruction.
But, no, we won't let anyone help. We're too strong and hard headed for that.
We pile so much on that we barely know what to do with ourselves.
The difference between me and you is that I break down, into a pile of broken pieces.
You may as well break down, but you never let anyone see.
I've only seen you cry a few times in my 18 years of knowing you, and each for about 5 minutes and then you compose yourself to your normal state.
We both can't handle being hurt, even when its not something harsh that's said to us, just the truth.
We can't face the truth, it's too painful. For both of us.
We shut down when someone gets too close, when someone hits too close to home with something they say.
We turn cold hearted and downright inhuman.
We say and do things that are fucked up, but that's just how we are, right?
I've never wanted to be like you, but I am you.
I'm just waiting to see if my fate will be the same as yours;
Alone at age 56, no husband, no family, only yourself.
Hiding your emotions away and living in this little bubble that you've created.
Not letting the outside in, because that's not that world you want to live in.
Sheltered and alone.
FIN.
