A Wren Says

I spent so long worrying about what you think of me. Foolishly, it never occurred to me that you never did. That is not to say that you didn’t say things about my appearance, bring up my failures, or try to make me feel small. You did all of those things and said all of those things, unflinchingly to my face. But not once did you think of me.

Your comments about my looks were really projections of your insecurity. Remarks about my so-called failures were the story of all your regrets. And truthfully, those attempts to dim me and shrink me was you poetically telling me just how dim and small you already felt. It was about you. It was always about you.

Because you never did, I will think of me, first and always.