I am invisible. I live with others but they don’t join me. I come and go like the breeze flowing in the wind, but I am not the flower that gets peoples attention I am simply the wind. I give myself to someone who thinks about themselves. I am the puppeteer pulling the string but I am not allowed to bow for my performance. People ask for forgiveness instead of permission. When it comes to the heart forgiveness is the most difficult thing. For someone to change without permission you must accept a new person, you are asked to love a new person when sometimes that is not the person you fell in love with.Sometimes that is not even who they really are but they cannot hear your little screams over the roars of acceptance. For friends to be a lovers priority, that is not a lover. To give yourself completely is to sacrifice. To be in a mature relationship both must sacrifice. When one is a queen and the other a servant that is not a mature relationship, that does not even feel like love. I scream and no one listens. I dig my own little graves before bed. I dive on into my thoughts screaming but no one listens. I am desperate for someone to hear me, especially those I scream about. But they are not around, they have their friends and they are more important than the screams in the wind. They put themselves on a pedestal as their friends grab on by their hair. They cannot hear me scream in wind while they are in the clouds, oh so high high up in the clouds. Feelings of freedom are shared with those fair weather friends. If only it would rain a dark dark rain and wash them all out. However for rain to fall I may drown. For someone to need me for much more than I give I may no longer be around.