Creation Story Poem by Alanna M.A

Why do I push away all that makes me happy?
Why must I continue to fool myself
and everyone around me, at that?
I don't enjoy being happy
because it ends all too quick.
I'm too proud for love
And your voice does not make me weak.
Why can't you understand, not that
I am suffering in silence..
But that I enjoy it.
This loneliness is addictive
and I do know why.
Why do I prefer being alone?
I suppose I am safe.
Curiosity killed my innocence once before.
Pulling the memories I have long stored away
is not something I usually do.
But I am curious once again.
Why did the look in your eyes
send my body rocking
and my mind tumbling?
Why must you have overwhelmed me
one too many times before?
Now, I am who I am because of you.
And still..
I do not feel I hate you.
Though I want to.
Maybe sometime in another life,
I can thank you for breaking my heart
and creating this monster.