Behind These Eyes (Poetry)

Twenty three

I

for one

don't find it in myself

to give my care

to something

or someone

not in a way

that is inhuman

but in a way

that can be called a result of an infinite internal struggle

but I wonder

I overcame nothing

even if I did

because these people

their mouths

and just their mere existence

disturbs mine

to the extent

that I fall back in the same old pattern

that once hindered 

the making of the new one

in which

I am 

unapologetically myself

-E