Poetry

They Say

They say your like the five people you hang out with most

Maybe you pick up some of the bad habits of those people

But like them no

I mean I look around

it's almost sad

I'm not even sure I actually like most of them

I know I don't want to be anything like them

How can I trust your insight on something

You haven't even done it

You haven't maintained it

And I'm suppose to trust you

I can get along with them for a layer or two

And than nothing

We don't like most of the same things

Learning to unlearn things taught to me by people

People that thought they knew best

People that thought they could project their fears

Learning that I was never actually like them.

Just conditioned to behave and assimilate to them

Do I even know what it feels like to actually be angry,

Or have I suppressed it so much that I'm not even sure I'd recognize it if it came up.

And yet I yearn to be angry

To be unleashed

To be unapologetically myself

I have so many layers to peel

Peel back and burn

Making nutrient dense soil for my new garden to grow

For the new forest to grow