I find myself regretting thoughts and words from my recent past.
My camouflage friend was telling the truth…
and I find myself wishing I had thought of her differently.
Why did I mistrust? Why the doubts? Just because she was
odd? because she was quiet but always inquiring?
Or maybe because she was an introvert? Whatever the reasons…
they were invalid.
I find myself realizing I was the camouflage friend…
by pretending to care when I didn’t even trust.
pretending to know when I didn’t understand.
so, I quietly bow my head in shame
and ask for her forgiveness without her knowledge…
and pray I never call anyone “camouflage” again
all the while…making sure I’m not that camouflage friend.
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