Have I done you wrong? Have I eternally trapped you... holding you against your own will, in my heart of stone? I know that I lack a Human Soul. It's what I am, and what I will always be. I never was what one would call the "Prince Charming", nor will I ever be like others around me. I cannot and will not ever be changed by the wants, wishes, or will of another. I refuse tp bend unto tje will of any other.
Yet, somehow, I feel as though I've trapped you, in what you are- what I made you, long ago, yet that which you still refuse to admit to yourself. I feel as though by loving you as I do, binding you to my own existence, I must have certainly done you wrong.
Tell me. Have I wronged you, in doing what I did, that you don't recall my actions of that time?
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And yes; My mind has drifted into this thought, enough that it has been driving me to the brink of something that hurts - almost burning like fire.
I just can't completely tell if the problem really is Me, or if it's something else entirely.