You know what? I’m hurt.
I can’t believe you would consider me to be this fake.
I can’t believe you would expect me to be this inconsiderate.
I can’t believe you would think I am this shallow.

You know what? I’m hurt.
I can’t believe you would automatically assume the worst.
I can’t believe you would turn my act of care into dismissal.
I can’t believe you would ignore the fact that I’m the one hurting.

You know what? I am hurting.
You know what? You never reached out.
You know what? This is all I got.

If I could, I would.
But, you
keep everything locked up.
That is messed up.