Stoned Houses, Shattered Memories

I have a memory of this child who was happy, and
in this memory I had friends, and I knew what
It felt like to have friends.
I knew what it meant to like me,
and to be thankful I wasn’t that other kid.

Then somewhere along the way something happened.
I began to feel ignored, and no longer liked.
I was laughed at and called names.
It hurt to be told that I had no friends.
The house of stone in which I lived was no more.

I lost my memories and feelings of knowing what it meant to be happy.
To be the person I was thankful for being.
I don’t know what happened.
I don’t know what went wrong,
All I know is the happiness was gone.
I was lost somewhere along the way.

So, my memories changed.
They became hopeless, and filled with anger over the loss of my happiness..
To no longer even know what it meant to have a real friend.
I became frustrated not knowing how to get
back to the person I liked being.

That house of stone which was me, a place in my life that I liked, was now nothing more
than a stoned house, filled with shattered memories.

Useless!


Assumptions

What do you want me to do?
I did it!

You left, because of my impulsive anger,
and now the dynamics of us has changed.
These feelings that are associated with driving someone
away are not new to me.
Their the friends I don't want.

I'm not willing to give you an apology,
when I know what your answer will be.

I'm sorry!