You cannot
You can’t make someone do anything.
I can’t make someone tell me the truth.
I can only ask for it.
I can’t blame someone.
For what’s happened to me in life.
There’s not enough mistakes in life.
To equate to the emptiness and loneliness.
You feel for a lifetime when you’re ignored.
Shamed.
Ridiculed.
If God told me that I needed to pay.
And my pastor told me.
To come forward with my trauma.
I’m trying to figure out why deny someone.
The very truth that sets them free?
Because you want to keep me bounded.