Building

It worked, waiting.

I waited 10 years.
8 of those years I threw away.

Hiding from suffering that the world might cause me.
Suffering the world caused me before.

Rejection, regret, cowardness.

It made me who I am.
It made me as strong as I am now.

I am sorry, when I met you I wasn't ready.
I will never be done building.
You couldn't understand or know how to handle the growth I had to make.

The growth I had to make to love myself first.
Before I be able to love what the world has to offer me.