Stop and Stare

I’m angry because he was right. 

Because he saw what I didn’t want to see; he put into words what I saw but did not want to acknowledge.  I’m angry because he flung it in my face and I still turned away from it. 

I justified.

Rationalized.

Excused.

Hoped.

I blinded myself.

Foolish, foolish little girl.  Such a foolish, foolish little world you live in.  Someone needs to cure me of my ridiculous faith in people.  Someone needs to give me a patch against disappointment.  Someone needs to shield me from hurt.

I’m angry he was right.

Everything really is just nothing.