What makes me drift apart

Is it the things that I see you do

Is it my dysfunction, my blackened heart

Is it because I need more than I ask for

Is it the strain of things you do not see

Is it angry words that build up over time

Is it because of things you’ve done to me

Is it the scar from the burdens I claim as mine

Is it the difference between who you were and who you are

Is it my inner need to be free,

What makes me drift apart is the need to run…and the need to be me