Don't give me that attitude.
The one that makes my teeth grind and fizzle,
my eyes roll from left to right
and my brain sizzle.
My silence doesn't prove me deaf or dumb,
A smile doesn't make me happy.
Despise , despite, disposing the rules that consist of the "don'ts"
so you're spared.
Reciting and deciphering what I really shouldn't do,
what I really want to do, what I feel I need to prove.
I clutch my fists behind my back so a poker face is all you see, a mask is all you meet.
A crooked smile,
a twitching eye
yet a mind burning from resistance.
A screaming heart shattering from existence.
A needy part played with persistence.
I finally blew it out like I practiced to whistle.
Called it out like the cause of Cecil,
Like the obvious cause of conflict.
I am easily pleased
Easily content
But I grow to realize I can be different.
"Don't give me that attitude."
