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A bitter taste remains in my mouth,
I feel rejected and mistreated.
I know that self pity leads nowhere
yet I want to carry it to term.
I want everyone to share my misery,
to share in this pain.
Not above taking emotional hostages
It seems that I spit scorn everywhere,
conflict my only protection.
Other’s enjoyment makes me sick
so I will destroy it, conquer it
or argue against its validation.
If you indeed care for my hair
more than my happiness
do not bother to style it fashionable.
How long can I stay content watching
flowers and birds faring
much better than I?
If I did not think you could respond
I would not bother to talk
to what often seems like thin air.
Carry these words farther
than the cry from my breath
and return them to me changed.
Help me in turning from these feelings
to humility and kindness once again.
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