My image is forged to the ones who see by the actions of my past. Im trying. fighting to beat my shadow. I gave you space not knowing my behavior caused the need for it. I watched you cry time and time again, unaffected, unable to see that it was I who suffocated your joy. Am ia monster? Am I really that cold as to turn your soul to ice? I witnessed you crumble and fall apart from the cold, yet it was you whose warmth I'd gathered to keep me together. I was like an infant, incapable; inadequate to take the first steps, retarded to the point of blindness, unable to see my wrongs. I validated my fear of ife and thus i never lived, scared to put myself into a situation that required me to adapt from the comfort of infancy. In validating my fears. I inadvertently invalidated you. Am I really that pathetic? What is within me...