I feel I am a fool
That I am the oblivious one
When no one will tell me a damn thing
About what is going on.
I understand that your problems may be none of my business if not caused by me
But I feel as though I've added on to them
With my confusing feelings for you.
For that, I must apologize,
But I have a maze of emotions towards the mystery that is your past
And what is causing you to be so weird and secretively depressed every now and then.
You know you can turn to me
And talk to me about anything
I don't care how it may effect me,
You are still my friend overall
And your happiness comes before my own.
I feel pissed at most for leaving me in the dark
But that feeling is irrational
And I don't understand why if I don't have logical reasoning to back it up
I still feel that way anyways.
Perhaps it is a short distracted before the melancholy kicks in
And I wonder what is wrong
Or what I might be doing wrong.
Why worry?
Cause I truly care
But the truth is not right before my eyes,
I am left clueless
But perhaps for my own good?
Riddle me this: why do we hate being left in the dark when it protects us from the truth?

Author's note: take what you will from this but guess I feel a bit better after venting. I guess I might have just been listening to "Danger" by: BTS a bit too much...