The scars on your arms

tell me a story that you don’t have to,

the story of wanting release from the pain you were in.

The scars on your arms

are many- this how you coped

living through the abuse you went through.

You don’t need to tell me this story,

its written all over your arm

and I learnt to read that story a long time ago.

I thought money would make you happy

so I gave you that

I thought love would make you happy

so I gave you that too

yet somehow all of that is not enough.

I thought money would make you feel secure

I thought love would make you feel secure

yet somehow all of that is not enough.

And I wonder

would anything ever be enough for you

to feel happy and secure

Sometimes I wonder what the world would look like if men didn’t have such big egos.

I am thinking of two in particular who both come from having money.

They assume everyone else is interested in every little thing they do and say- as if they are god.  Their opinions are god but any one else who has a opinion must be crushed.

Both of these men are also so selfish- they’re trying to get everyone else to do everything for them and that is not healthy. For them and the people around them but they don’t see their own behaviour and the resistance that creates.

I’ve been watching them, and thinking about them. In many ways they are also closed off- they won’t help anyone else, they won’t apologise when they’ve clearly made a mistake and yet expect everyone else to do that too them- they want to be respected yet don’t respect others.

I would like to be wrong about these two people.