I used to. A lot…
for the me I long-thought and deep-felt myself to be
(soul o’erwhelmed by an ever-flowing stream of thoughts of my selflessness;
meaning I had [I was] no self,
and spirit o’erladen with the burden
of guilt for such I thought and
of shame of being the one who thought what he thought;
thoughts, the origins of which I could not trace [and untraceable
Aye, I blamed you for having made me invisible;
a living, breathing apparition
who (no, not a who, for “who” means “person”, but rather)
that cast no shadow.
For I was the one you saw only through the lens of your vision
of what I was s’pposed to be.
And as you did not…could not see me
I, resentful, refused to see you.
Who you were.
What you were trying to do.
It took me a long time
(to date, a life-time)
to know better,
(both for you and for me)
I am who I am
and who I am becoming.
And I must
thank you for this,
for I could not have gotten here
had I not been there
I was before.