I Can't Believe You

This isn't really a poem, but I suppose it was the closest from the choices given. Reviews are appriciated =]

I want to believe you. Believe me, I do. Please forgive me, I can not. How can I believe you when my reflection fed me first. It provided me an abundant feast of insults. I was much to full to take in what you tried to feed me after you came into my life years after my reflection had. Your words tasted sweet and even left a savory taste in my mouth after I gaged upon them and had to spit them out. Can’t you understand? Your words just don’t agree with my stomach. To come across an entirely different taste from the one you’ve been force fed all your life is surely not going to be something you can keep down right away. I’d love to believe you. I wish I could. I wish I could take back sin I swallowed all those years ago. But my reflection. My reflection would whisper its abusive words into my ears at night. Those words became my lullaby. My lullaby accompanied by heart aching cries. My reflection would scream his words into my ears, loud enough to make them ring, when someone would try to spoon a compliment onto my watering, anticipating tongue. Unencouraging words seemed to shout every time I tried to take a step forward. My reflection’s voice was so loud I worried others could hear him as well. That thought made me back down from any attempts to walk towards bettering my life. Instead, I would simply sit down right where I left off and watch others walk. Oh, how I watched them walk. I would watch them till they were far out of site. I would study the way they walked. How one foot would rise from the ground while their knee would bend and the foot would then be placed back to the floor again. Only this time it was better place. New surroundings. New opportunities. New reasons to live. I knew I could never have any of these things because of the voice of my reflection and how he would eat away at my stomach when I considered trying to do as so many others. Get up and walk. "You could never do that!" he would scold, "What makes you think that you, of all people, could get up and walk as important people do. Look at you. You’re hair is a mess, your nose looks like it’s swallowing your face, and might I remind you that no one love you? No one cares if you’re alive or dead. Who would, with a face like yours?" That was where you found me. You were advancing. You were moving forward just like the others. But unlike them, you stopped. You sat down with me. You weren’t like them. You didn’t just walk past pretending not to see me or shooting me a dirty look. You took the time to sit with me. Let me tell you though, darling, you just about made my eardrums burst with the response of my reflection shouting in my head. You spoon fed me those words all. All those words so alien to my body. All at once. My body couldn’t take it. My reflection wouldn’t let it. Smaller doses maybe? I’m sorry, love, but I’m not sure I will ever be able to keep your compliments down. Not with my reflection still festering in my stomach because of when I swallowed his words so many years ago. Just please don’t go. Maybe it’s not impossible even though he feasts on my insides like a ravenous parasite every time that thought enters my mind. But maybe. Just maybe. Maybe you are the love my reflection convinces me I’ll never have. And if he’s wrong. Well then. Who’s to say? I don’t know much, but I do know that this is worth a try. But as for now, I must apologize, I can not believe you. I am sorry.