Breathe in breathe out
Try as I might
to compose myself
to let my mind find
words to explain
Words do not come
when thoughts are hard
To formulate
Its not that I don't trust you
Confiding and complaining
Is not something I like to do
Fear of losing control
Is what holds me back
Sometimes its not
the discussion I need
Wanting and needing to be heard
Two very different matters
With a fine line between them
Simple things put me off
Your tone your manner
I don't feel comfortable to share
If I feel if there is no point to that
Its how you put things across
They answer those unanswered
We are two very different individuals
Some things will not change
My manner of doing things
Will never satisfy, never be enough
Never make the cut
because that is the way things
always role
Sometimes its not about you
Its not about me.
But to be told I'm constantly in the wrong
Is that a fair conclusion?
No two people think alike.
No one will understand
What you go through
Unless they have walked
a mile in your shoes
seen things from your perspective.
I'm sorry explainations aren't my thing
I don't do well with conversation
I go hours through silence
I have been silenced plenty of times
Its easier, nay safer to shut down
Keep silent, bury the feelings
Rather than explain them,
speak them aloud.
To speak is to confront
To speak is to look daringly
at those emotions we bury
for reasons we do not wish to know
I bury my emotions so I do not dwell
So I do not have to hold on
to unwanted feelings.
Somethings are better left unsaid.
Some things are better left alone.
I do not feel it necessary to speak
Of things that stay
like shadows around me
Eventually they will disappear
Be replaced by the light
of those who matter.
I distance myself from those who wait
Who wait for a reason to put me down
Who do not like it
when I think for myself
When I do what I want to do
Contrary to what other's want me to do
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong for me
to think on my own?
Do I have a choice and will
Or am I to be stripped of that well.
Am I a human to you or an animal?
Or may be a robot is a better option
Unfortunately I don't have a remote
Or else you could
have controlled my every move.
That would be
the ultimate achievement
To control me because I am
so easy to manipulate
So easy to walk all over
So easy to push hard till I break
Push me away like most always do
I do not seek for pity, nor attention
I seek respect for what I do.
I want to be able to do what I need
No questions asked,
No sarcasm implied,
No secret agendas,
No pointed suggestions,
Just plain acceptance.
That is all I really need.
If a rebel in disguise
is what you force me to be
Don't expect me to apologise
For making my own choices.
I am well old enough to make them
Thank you very much.
YOU ARE READING
Stripped Bare
PoetryIts exactly as you see my title just there A meger collection for now Of a verse or two that try to speak Of tales of a young heart, mind and soul Being stripped apart, stripped bare completely. Of once, twice, of times infinitely Define who I am? ...
