That thing that you had been hiding for so long – didn’t it kill you?
Didn’t it claw at you from within; twist you to nausea like guilt so often does?
Maybe you’re just stronger than me – I know that’s what you thought.
It pissed you off that I always kept my cool. I made a point of keeping it, and I still do.
To you, my lack of hostility made me soft. I never knew what the thing that made you soften was.
Your entire life you were falling, and you never let me catch you until you were caught.