In the dark, deserted loneliness
Of the place we once called home,
You whispered several thousand words,
That all expressed how sorry that you were.
But when the day crept into view,
Those empty words began to scatter,
Like spiders when they scuttle
For the safety of the nooks and crannies.
It seems that when the world awakes
And sunlight streams in through the cracks,
You don’t seem so sure you’re wrong.
Or if you are, you’re too ashamed
To admit that what you did, it hurt.
Better to pretend it’s me
That should be shouldering the blame.
Ever been blamed for something that wasn’t your fault? Or had someone change their story when they start to look bad? I can sympathise and I know that it hurts somewhere deep inside.
The problem is that as humans we all have our own story to tell and our own truth. A lot of the time we don’t even know what the truth is because we can make ourselves believe the story we have made up in our own minds.
What really hurts is when someone admits that they have hurt you and say that they are sorry, then when they get out into the public domain, they change their story and say that you have hurt them. It makes you feel like you want to go out into the street and shout so that everybody knows YOUR truth.
But as much as it hurts, it’s always best to remain quiet and graceful. Mouthing off in the street (or on Facebook) doesn’t do anybody any favours and it particularly reflects badly on you. It’s so much better to sit quietly, smile and make everyone think that nothing is hurting you. It’s the hardest thing to do EVER, but it’s so worth it.
Remember that if you are on the receiving end of this, you know your truth. The person on the other side of the fence has their own story and their own reasons for their behaviour. Just try to smile and send love their way. Keep your dignity in tact, you’ll be grateful of it further down the line.