I was only thinking of myself. Easy to do. Maybe I was self-centered, or filled with pity, or more likely it was all I could handle. But I was wrong.
There are others. I see them every day. They put on a face. For me. With me.
We pretend. We make believe. We live in the moment and block out everything else. It works like a charm, sorta.
I haven't made peace, but I have found a way to cope. Sometimes it's a selfish method. Now I see that.
