I Never Did Tell You

I never did tell you why I left the room. Would you like to know?

I was afraid. I was afraid of you. I couldn't stand to be in the same room as you, and not because of anything you had done. I couldn't stay because of the things those before you had done. Terrible, awful things. Unspeakable things.

I'm not afraid anymore; not of you.

I wish I had told you. But then again, I tried to tell you, didn't I? And you didn't listen. I guess what I wish is that you had listened.