Belief of Why

Why, why do you believe me?

Why do you want me, why do you care?

You know who I am, what I am and where I’m from.

So why?

Why do you still stay, lying to me about the fact that you believe?

You say that you don’t care about who I was, you only care about who I am now

So why don’t I believe that, why whenever I look at you I only see pain, and the suffering I made you endure

Your arms bare the marks of my torture, what the fates made us believe was real

How can you forgive a monster like me?

You say that’s it’s because you love me but I don’t know if I can believe that

I don’t know if I can ever truly see myself the way you say you see me

Because if I do, the person I truly am, may never love you