NOTHING YOU
BY C WYNTER

I had a talk today, learned to accept a few good and bad things,
Felt free in a way but then also guilty, feelings so conflicting,
I wonder if part of this was my fault, I caused you trauma after all,
But yet how can I be blamed? when I wasn't even born?,
I told myself not to rely on you, never to ask for your help,
I associate it with crippling failure, when I can't help myself,
And you use this under the disguise of just helping out,
Throw it in my face, why don't you? and...