I’ve learned to fear a lot of things.
I’ve learned to walk the other way rather than confront the things that hurt me.
I used to know how to put up this lovely, happy front.
But now it’s a lot easier to just walk away. Or not look. Or just not speak.
When did cowardice become my most prominent trait?
Is it cowardice, or hope? Wishing that maybe I don’t have to instigate a change. Maybe there’s some force or person out there who cares enough to. But then I realize, if I don’t even care enough to make the change, why should anyone else?
And maybe it’s better this way. Nope, that’s the coward speaking. But at least, I’m not the only one.