He Thinks He's Helping

 And he asks what I fear him knowing,
to which I don't know what to say, because
I've shown him my weaknesses,
overplayed them in hopes he'd go away,
and what does one fear others knowing,
but their weaknesses?

I told him I'm selfish
I told him I don't relate well to others
He brushed these off, attributed them to my modesty.

And in my head I'm frustrated, because
I believe these faults to be true, and
he just told me who I think I am is wrong,
and he leans back easily, smiling like he's helped me,
but it's not like that, I didn't ask,
I didn't want to be reassured.

I told him I'm a terrible person,
that I talk too much
And he rejects these too, on the same premise.

And I can't stop thinking that this
this is who I am, and I'm trying to show him myself, and
he just keeps giving me the compliments he thinks I want
but I don't want them, they cut
they hurt my head, they creep easily through my mind,
and try to nestle themselves into the folds of my thoughts.

I give up, I let him think
for one more night that I am the good person he thinks I am.
And I feel fake.