I enter a room
I make my way to the back
I love the power of observation
A skill I find most lack
To see all that is around me on a one-way street
No backward glances or turn of the cheek
You'll find my discomfort front and center
Where I feel every eye burn holes into my head and back
And to what do I owe but to my imagination
The credit taken and given to insecure superstition
~Insecurities~
I see the way you live your lives
You want to be seen and you want to be heard
But never a chance you give another voice
To teach, to explain the troubles of the world
You want to run the town, but all you know is your street
You cannot run a marathon on two weak feet
Allow yourself to grow
Allow yourself to strengthen
Maybe then you will understand
A voice is only as strong as the reasoning behind it
Choose your battles wisely
~Choose Wisely~
A heart and a mind
The greatest weapons
The most valuable possessions
But
My greatest weaknesses
Sometimes they clash
They don't always agree
They battle within me
Each with reasoning, with power
A whole other brand of war
And just one soldier
A vessel really
Just a location I become
Nothing more on my part
No guns
No swords
No knives
No tactic
No plans
No nothing
Just the grounds of which the battle takes place
Then I'm left to pick up my own pieces
I wouldn't mind it really
As long as one of them wins, I wouldn't mind it
As long as a decision is made, I wouldn't mind it
But they just rest for a bit until they're ready to come back at me with more talk
More reasons
More push
More pull
If I knew what to do, this wouldn't keep happening
I get it
I do
But honestly, it doesn't make me any smarter
I'm still clueless
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Cubed
PoetryHi, I am a first-time writer and I have always had too much to feel but never an effective way to share it. I finally decided to give poetry a shot and take you down a road of my thoughts. I want to connect with you on a level of understanding and m...
