protection problems

The need to protect the people we love creates complications...

it makes our intentions unclear.

We are so busy, putting ourselves in front of them to cop the brutal force,

that we forget that they are standing behind us.

We learn the lessons, make the mistakes

and grow another layer of skin;

whilst they become vulnerable and sensitive to the world.

Having been the protector for so long,

I never realised how frustrating it must have been to those around me.

Until now.

Now I am a million miles away and life is going on without me,

and they have chosen to not 'bother me'.

Now I feel the annoying sensation.

I want to teleport myself over there to know what is going on.

I want to be there to winge about it, or to try and solve the problem.

I want to be there to protect them.

I want to scream down the phone 'stop fucking not telling me stuff'

or write them an email demanding an explanation.

Instead, I simply agree and move along.

I hang up the phone and play an angry song.

I stew about it whilst I walk down the road,

now negatively distracted from my op shopping.

I sit in a coffee shop, alone, and write and think about it.

Feeling extremely protected and pissed off.