On those nights that I couldn't sleep,
and I stayed up all night so I couldn't meet you in my dreams,
so I could leave you all alone like you left me,
I wanted you to be there,
because I was scared.
I was scared of not having you, my mom, with me,
to dry my tears and rock me to sleep.
I've avoided you for so long.
And I packed my life away from you and moved on.
I let you have your space.
And I let you become someone I hate.
But now, you're trying. And I don't have a clue how to react.
This is what I've always wanted.
What if it's another trick?
What if I give in again and then you say goodbye?
I can't just let you in.
Because I'm scared.
I'm scared of having you there.