The Lemon Gatherer Says, We will have Lemonade from the Lemons Life Gave Me and Cakes of Bittersweet Beginnings

I don't understand why people are bitter and resigned to a situation. Limp even. They rather bitch about the situation, making no attempt to fix it. It's like they're saying, "Here i am, for you to bleed".

Why do you allow it?

I don't understand miserable people. They see happiness and they want to attack it.

I don't understand people's thirst for gossip, thinking I need to be saved. I see heroes everywhere now.

I don't need to be saved.

This is surreal, what's happening now. All I need is time to get my head in the right place. Who told you you're allowed to be my hero?

[I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved.]

Underneath it all, I do lie in the ditch. It's cold and no one told me that. Some nights, even the walls question my resolves.

You need to have some degree of honesty and boundaries. There's a danger to it when you let it linger.

There's still a softness in me that's appealing.

Come.

We will have lemonade from the lemons life gave me and cakes of bittersweet beginnings.