Proof

I thought that we were both mature enough to put past prejudices behind us
I thought that we were both willful enough to try and move on
I guess I was wrong

Sure, we had a bad beginning, but then everyone makes mistakes right?
They are forgiven and forgotten, eventually, but how long do you expect me to continue to forget and forgive while you nurture your prejudiced like some sore festering scar
Why do you even keep it?
To remind yourself that I did you harm?
Did I even do you harm?
Do you not see the scars you have left behind in me, a blemish upon smooth skin, jarring and quite ugly, a burn discolored against white background
Do you not see that I don’t care for them anymore?
Obviously you do not; you are too busy with your own hurts

What must I do to prove myself?

But no, no matter what I do, try to change myself, be civil, smile, laugh, entertain, it is not enough

It is never enough

And have you thought about this at all?
That one day, like today I would have had enough
Always with the civility, the false smiles, a cold shoulder, friends, maybe, maybe not

Enough

The consideration, looking after your best interests is something I will not be doing at all from now on