Trading Places

A story about Pandoras Box

You wanted release from the kind of stress I knew nothing of

You came to me, turtle dove, in beautiful ruins

And I couldn't tell, I was blind from illusions

Trying to do what society taught me best

To be submissive, and well kept

And there are parts of me I withheld

The parts of me that were broken too

So not to steal from you.

Because you were in a drought

And I assumed that I could go a bit longer without

So that I could give a bit more to you

But my intentions, you misconstrued

Instead, in me, you saw everyone you ever knew

You couldn't see what I was trying to do

And your defense mechanisms crept in and caved it

As much as I tried, I just couldn't save this

And I cry at night, singing lullabys

Of a man I wished would be by my side

But instead, we seemed to have traded places

I learned of the stressors that made him jaded

And now I am the one with the extra baggage,

Looking for release.

And so,

The one in need of saving

Author's Note

"What's your life about? Enlighten me."

-Kendrick Lamar