The rain pours down like the ink in my pen
As I proceed to listen to what you say.
In this hollow vessel I sit and watch you take charge.
How you choose to involve me where I want not to be involved.
How long do you plan on controlling my life,
I'd swear you feel its best to make choices for me.
How you chose to tell me to change my WhatsApp d.p
All because you don't like nor understand it.
So yes I chose to remove your contact,
So that I can at least have a piece of my own freedom back.
You woke me up last night
Only to address me about how homophobic you are
(Or at least that's how your words sounded when you spoke to me)
Telling me we have to talk about an event that occurred,
Threatening to separate us if I don't explain myself.
What's more exhausting is that you want to make choices in my life
All for the sake of your image.
Why had God given us separate bodies if he wanted you to make all choices.
Sorry to burst your bubble but
He made no mistake separating our bodies, he actually did that so we each make our own choices for the future.
I lay here and think of the rejection I've seen from a distance,
How it chooses to come closer bit by bit as you ignore so many factors.
One being that, you don't even know who I am
Yet I've been in your life for 19 years now.
Where I spent 7 of those years in a deep hole
Which seems to sink deeper and deeper as the years increase.
You don't know who I am
Yet you feel you want to make choices in my life
Choices that best suit you.
Is it healthy to live in fear in the presence of a person whose meant to comfort you in times of fear?
I mean where do you expect me to find refuge
For the being in me that fights to leave but can't because I show a cover filled with strength.
All because I'd like to achieve enough in life
So I am completely independent from you,
So that I can have my life back.
Be in arms that I feel the safest in
Which is funny because her arms are the ones that comfort me.
As far as she is,
She is able to do what you can't yet you right next to me.
She sees through my soul while you look at the cover I bare.
She sees the hollowness in me while you see a fully stable human.
I don't expect you to understand because you've never taken the time to know me from the very moment you met me.
You had already painted your own picture of who you want me to be.
Though some parts of your art are correct majority of them are false hopes you have.
I dug deep inside to try find this person fit for your image but she's not there.
Never have you even seen how I hide behind my ink,because to you I'm just a poet.
I have a deeper reason to all my writing and you will never see it because you always choose to see the cover and not what lies behind it.
Your ignorance will cost you a lot in life. And it's one of the reasons why you choose to run our life's. Then you'll make it seem like we placed our burdens on you
When really you chose to weigh yourself because of your fear of what society will say.
For information sakes society will always have something to say
No matter how saint or evil you are.
They will always have something to say.
It's just your choice to fall amongst the minority that don't care
Or the majority that make it seem like they care.
I'd just like to claim my life back for it rightfully belongs to me, not anyone else not even you.
I think I've laid down a mind full but remember its just the beginning.
~Psychotic_🌹
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Journey down Lisa's mind
ПоэзияThis is a poetry book with my works and a few other friends of mine. I won't be updating it much often because as you know poetry comes with emotions, but I won't leave you hanging for too long. this is going to be my first official work so give me...
