It is the curse of knowing
All too well
How to make yourself disposable
Let yourself be forgotten,
and apologize when they remember.
You are an ocean, vast but below the surface
Your depths are unknown,
you mask them in riptides
Scary enough to make people weary, cautious on your shores,
 Mysterious enough for those to try to see, before they realize that being
Carried miles away from land is not worth it
Not for your mess, waves in places there shouldn't be, a constant silent storm,
But you never tell, never dare to ask for help.