Indifference (a poem)

It’s not just that you don’t care,

or that you have no opinions,

it’s that you seem indifferent to every part that makes up me.

You never ask after my family,

and you barely ask after me.

You tell me my interest are boring.

or childish,

or lame,

and lately I’ve gotten tired of pretending it’s ok.

Your indifference is exhausting.

I’m tired of bending over backwards to find you a better light.

It’s time to face the ugly truth and the mess that makes up all of you:

the know-it-all-ness and your crummy attitude,

the way you make me feel small just so you can feel big.

You’re not worth all the trouble that I go through,

and I wish I could be the girl I was before I knew you.

The one who never doubted her interest,

or who she was inside.

She was confident and radiant,

I envy her so much.

Now I’m left to pick up all the pieces you shattered on the ground.

I’ll try and put them back together the best that I know how.

But I know one day I’ll smile again

and never allow myself to be treated this way.

So I guess all in all your indifference taught me that.