Too Afraid to Really Understand

Your presence I have known for what seems now like ages.

Never dared to ask about the source of your unrest for fear that I might
discover the true depth of your disparity.

I have watched years pass and age take you physically captive, but

Mentally you seem to have found the fountain of petulance and there...

There you live locked away in your mind.

A place I fear to tread because I am too afraid to really understand the source of your hatred.