Ashamed

I hate that you are so ashamed.
I hate that I am just the same
as you, yet I complain.
Ashamed…

Nervousness
distracts the bliss
as I reminisce
on the past.

Everlasting memories,
such acquainting stories,
as we watched the breeze
dance through the grass.

Think fast;
don’t get caught up!
Those silly people
want the worst of you,
but I know you, and
what you wouldn’t do…

I hate that I am all alone,
as you are on your own.
Who could’ve known
that you’d be so ashamed?
(of me…?)

They called me out,
so I stood our ground
just for you to turn around
and laugh at me…
(so unjustly…)

Well, if I’m so slow,
how is it you know
that the way you chose to go
that day tore the “us” apart?
(from the real world?)

Broken us apart…
Well, they're not very far
from conquering
their own little world,
now are they?
Now, you can run along!

You can’t really
be ashamed
of my being ashamed
for knowing you,
now can you?

What can you do?
What can you do?