poems for the ones who are just like me

latched

i have been doing the same perpetual thing i have 'loved' to do before over and over again

and in the midst of it all

i realize how the malice has been wrapping itself around that thing for years

how much pain i find in mindless actions & conversation

how wasteful it is to not speak my mind

i am so used to surrounding myself with people who call me their friend

absorbed in the thought that they might actually be my friend

"finally" i anticipated

but now, as i grow

i wish i spent all that time with the distractions

writing about the bare truth inside me

how silly is it?

to trap yourself with ordinary people in a white picket fence

to suppress your thoughts, even though you know they will knock on your door at 3 am

to act like nothing terrible exists in this world

to momentarily forget that people across the globe are living and enduring war

to pay no mind to the ones who are dead and have only known of war

to obliterate the fact that people around the corner are struggling to pay for food

to blame yourself

to waste your damn time with the thoughtless

when you could be gratified for all that Mother Nature has gifted for you

there is this wish

that many of us keep in a safe

that we blindly bandage over

in hope that we will forget

but it is truly fundamental to never overlook

our very own truth that lies within us

for this may be the only transparent key to a lock that was never meant to be turned

to them