I don't know if it's just me but it always seems like I end up hurting those I love the most... Is it but a defense mechanism to not allow people whom love you to come closer?
I was thinking about the people who love me and how much I've hurt them in one way or another. Maybe, as cruel as it sounds, in Freudian terms, hurting those who you know love you is a way we take revenge on those whom we love(d) but have hurt us in the past?
I don't mean to sound cheem but it's like a handicapping mechanism, where like you set yourself up to cause hurt to others intentionally, but in the end, in the long run, the person who suffers the most pain in yourself...
Do anyone know what I'm talking about here or is this issue only unique to me?
Sometimes, it is too late to change the situation or the people involved and sorries cannot make up for the loss of love and tears. Maybe it's just human nature to me masochistic so we can understand the emotion of joy and ecstacy... What would Darwin say to that?
There were 7 socks in the bucket the last time I checked
Each a colour of the rainbow, from red to indigo
I threw 3 aside quickly, the rest I packed
Into a pretty package and buried them down below
Once a while I'd dig up my treasure chest
Just to count if they were still there
Dusted them, ensuring they looked their best
But what's the use if I'm never going to wear
The red one, or the blue one, or the orange one
Maybe I'll give them away to someone who needs them more
Someone who will put them on and run
Down the runway, above all -soar-
I'm going to rummage through the crate
Nitpick, give and take, it's not up to fate
To run with baton in hand, no socks on feet
It's time I did the cruelest good deed
