Sometimes, all I need is just assurance.

May it be true or not.

This can't go on, that I know.

But willingly, I waited.

Promised nothing, but I remained on the same spot.

Felt so trapped in a little rectangle.

Realization, long ago.

But seems like nothing to me.

Am I just feeling loved? Or abandoned?

Protected? Or just being used?

Jealousy from you? Or just possessive?

You have that answer.

"I don't know."

I remained trapped.

On this spot.

Willingly.

In this little rectangle.

Easily Satisfied?

Stupid?

Insane?

Nonsensical?

STUBBORN?

I'm afraid so.