Narcissus.

I'm afraid of not knowing, but I'm  too afraid to ask.
 I hope that I don't have the chance to, but at the same time maybe it needs to be said.

No matter where this goes, someone is going to be hurt.
And I don't mind if it's me; I'd rather have it be me!
Because you need rest, and I've had too much.
But pain doesn't work that way.
Though I wish it were possible, no one can bear pain for someone.

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I've allowed myself became so haughty and proud,
 but there is nothing more here in me than there is in anyone else!

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It was never about me.

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I placed myself so high, assuming that was where they saw me.

Up above everything and everyone and alongside you,
 and oh how I'd like to believe that I hid this well.