Dear Little Me

I am not sure of myself anymore, of what I want. Especially when it comes to the few people that I hold very dear to my heart. I expect too much from them, and when they don't deliver, I bruise. That's my cancerian trait that I hate so much, that I have been working hard to rid, and yet it is still there. I know, I give too much. And I expect the same. And when it doesn't happen I hurt. And the more the need to hold on to the person, when I am feeling that I am losing him, the more I get scared. And the more I demand. And the more I bruise. And the more I drive the person away. I don't want to feel this, yet I don't know what I need to do to unfeel. And it drives me mad. And it drives him sad. And confused. And away I suppose.