Amazement of asumptions

It never seems to amaze me at the way people can be kind but so condescending at the same time. Why the cutting with sweet words? Just tell it to me straight. I am not going to melt. I may get sad, tearful and then angry but I would rather know the truth straight on than the sweetness of a lie.

Pardon me if that idea falls short to you. I meant no harm nor expansion of thought. Indeed I do glance in curiosity of the mannerisms. For sure, clearly, I am mistaken by a whirlwind of empty words. Apparently nothing changes. Many turns, twists and you rave of being different.

The wool is different but the thermo skin isn't. Am I surprised? No not really especially in the instances where you rev me up to charge towards different clutches so that what you do, on day to day, matches my spontaneous actions. Still, this too, doesn't surprise me.

Even more so is the name calling and stereotype classification rolling inside your head. Indeed the sense drawn is that I am catty and emotional. Ha if only knew me, alas, as you say you do. Then what is displayed is nothing as you suspect.

So as I say, pardon me. My words grind deep just as your assumptions of me tenderly perform strings inside your imagination. Surely by now you have a clue.

Yet as much as I have observed and as much as I have been through you still find reason to belittle me in many ways. Why is that? My experience are low compared to yours? In all seriousness I feel ache, pain for your clear misjudgments of my person.

Clearly you think I am simple, naive. Yet so far from the truth if you bothered to learn about me. Still that effort takes initiative. I have yet to see you jump at opportunity. Sad that friends can be such a one sided event.

Go on. Explain to yourself, ah she is in her moments. Damning that is, more than you know. Indeed just proves to me that immaturity reigns high on your list and growth died inside you.

I am sad that you would go to great lengths to lie to me. Even more so give off that I don't, can't understand you. Ah that too is a lie.

Indeed the difference is there. I care. I hope. I pray.  I love. Above all is I forgive. Weights of imperfections entice the mind to be mean. Do I lean upon my on, no. I just keep going forward in hopes one day you will look, seeing that I have been good to, for you.

Indeed I dream of that day. Right now the tears fall inside the prayer. Don't disappoint now.