What if

What if there’s nothing wrong
with being a bit of a bitch?
Who demands the wounded
to sew up their own stitch?

What if the real problem
lies not within but without?
The failing lies not in feeling,
but having none to talk about
pain.
Bottled up it causes strain.
Showing scars is a punishable offense
when no one around calls you friend.

I blamed my younger self for being too open,
but it was my trust that was easily broken.
The world owes me no sympathy,
yet being kind has set me free.