Why am I doing this?
I sit here
She sits there
And she listens
For hours
Long enough to leave an imprint in her aunt's old brown carpet
Only inserting comments every now and again
Even though she is in the same place as me
She never stops me
She just keeps listening
I hate myself for that
That I force her into this
But I am elated at the release
I couldn't count how many times she has done this for me
But I can tell you how many times I've done it for her
Twice
And I've always connected it to my own pain
Instead of just listening
I'm the reason she needs to rant
But I won't listen
Not to to her
Not to my screaming conscience
I keep talking
She keeps listening
As I climb out of this darkest hole
I dig her's deeper
We share the sadness
Mine is vocal
Her's is hidden
Behind her sunshine smile
But she's happy
Always happy
To do this for me
And I let her
Why am I doing this?