i'm weary from defending my good intentions
though I wear my heart on my sleeve for all to see,
they still choose to believe the worst in me.
it gets old being the one they love to hate
filling blanks in my identity with negative
suppositions as if it's real.
my love is thrown back in my face
like hot spit on a warm day,
making me wonder why i still care.
why care for others when no one else will care for me
so proving the selfish they believe is in me
i am now selfish, for me.
no more good intentions to defend
just the bad they always believed,
yet i am still weary.
© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2014