I try my best to stay out of your way.
I know the mere sight of me really upsets you.
I’m sorry that you still feel this way, I’m sorry if I sometimes stress you out.
I remember a time when we were kids, when you and I use to coexist peacefully.
We really enjoyed being in each other’s company.
You loved me unconditionally and supported my uniqueness.
But one day you realized the rest of the world didn’t always smile at my presence and you became ashamed of me.
That was very painful for me but I knew your feelings were influenced by others.
I forgave you for that.
I forgave you when you begged your mom to burn me with a pressing comb so that you could have straight hair for the school dance.
I forgave you when you poisoned me with sodium hydroxide for that important interview even though you didn’t get the job.
I forgave you when you covered me with silky yaki and bond glue. I knew you were preparing for a hot date and wanted to look extra special. It’s a shame the guy never called back after that night.
Did it ever dawn on you that my health has been at risk for years because of you?
Do you think that you could finally stop the abuse for my sake?
I’m getting a little closer to death everyday and I know lying somewhere deep inside of you is an ounce of compassion for my well-being.
Sure it’s easy to forget about me right, you know, out of sight, out of mind.
But I need for you to put your fears aside about our reconciliation and embrace the love that I know you still have for me.
If you don’t, there’s a possibility that you will never see me again.
I don’t want that to happen and neither should you.