This poem isnt really "sad" per say, but there was a lack of category for this one.
Trusted to make my own mistakes,
With the freedom to decide on adequate stakes,
Left with enough room to breath,
To know when to quite, when its time to leave.
When I cant see the fire,
I can’t feel the burn,
The pain of my mistakes,
Must be mine to learn.
Trusted to know what’s good for me,
Not thinking there’s something I can’t see,
Knowing that I can do it on my own,
That’s the last thing I need, to be shown.
Just back off,
Let me be,
Let me with my two own eyes see,
What it is that’s such a mistake,
It feels so right,
It can’t be fake.
I could be doing worse things,
This I know,
I just don’t see why what I see can’t show,
What’s so hard?
I’m happy, I'm loved,
I have not been manipulated or in any way shoved,
I understand you’re scared,
I know you want the best,
I know you love me,
But it’s not your test.
Just let me know,
The mistake you think I’m making,
Ill appreciate your honesty,
I wouldn’t prefer faking,
Say it once and then let me know,
That you love me regardless,
Then let go.
