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“I thought you were mean.”
This sentence.
This sentence that pursued me and still pursues me.
I try my best to be kind and attentive.
So why ?
Why do people keep telling me that they don’t see the dedication.
I give them time.
The only thing that man does not control.
At all times, all distances.
I travel through my mind to find the words and the roads to find the places.
Not enough ?
Maybe I have to do more ?
Maybe my words and actions don’t rhyme with anything.
I don’t know what to do I’m trying to understand but it’s an endless whirlwind that ends badly.
I help, I listen and I advise.
I only receive hatred after solving their problems.
And yet I continue.
Their words crosses me and tear me apart, fly to the ears of others and when they finally meet me they tell me.
“I thought you were mean.”