judgements of trust; we are in the same boat.

you've read my words and
listened to snippets
of conversation
absorbing only the smallest fragments
of who i want you to believe i am.
so you accuse me. i am not guilty
or maybe i am guilty in thought.
but you say you have this gut feeling.
maybe you're too scared to be vulnerable
so you push me away
like the rest of an unwanted meal.
don't bother putting me in the fridge for later,
just scrape me off your plate.