You have always known that I am not what I seem. You have always known it, yet you have always left me to be me. I do not understand that about you. I am so different from you. I would have asked or cared about it by this point. But you just exist there in your little world with no thought of how this might be affecting me. But maybe that is the whole point. Maybe you know somewhere deep inside of you in a place that your mind will not allow you to travel. I do not know why you have left it to me to be solely responsible for this. But I know that I do not blame you. I feel for you, but do not blame you.