“It is thus distinct from the true gift, where no return is expected”
I received a gift. I received an expectation paraded as a gift.
I received flowers that were meant to award the giver, not the receiver.
All I received was guilt, a weight upon my chest
that I could not bare.
How could I look upon something so beautiful
and feel this way? Why was the joy taken from me?
because I did not react the way I expected to,
because I am not the person I ought to be,
because I don’t behave the way I ought to.
There is something wrong with me is the
gift I was given.
My heart is breaking.