You walked out the door, slammed it shut behind you.
Shoved everything behind it, and locked it.
But you couldn't lock me behind it.
I was so lost, in between two worlds.
I need someone to help me find my way, but no one had time for little old me.
Nine.Years.Old.
And so very alone.
So I emerged in this new world, raising myself.
Years went by, and finally the two of you noticed me again.
But it was far too late for us.
You tried, very valiantly I'll give you that.
But I choose my path, and you choose yours a long time ago.
You called it all a mistake.
Almost 20 years of your life a mistake.
Everything you did, a mistake.
So tell me mommy, what was I?
I was always a mistake to Daddy.
I wasn't a boy.
But to you, I was part of the biggest mistake of your life.
It must have been terrible.
For you.
To have wasted your precious time.
But yet you ask, why I am so cold.
Why, can't I just love you.
I spent my life, alone.
I became friends, with alone.
I began to enjoy alone.
Because when I am alone,
no one gets to hurt me.
I am in charge.
I get the last word.
I am never lonely, because only alone do I feel safe.
The darkness can not hurt me, it loves me.
Wraps its warm arms around me, holds when I cry.
It won't ever leave me.
It won't ever say I am a mistake.
I prefer alone.