…..It was all my mistake. You don’t know me, you can’t know me because you, see you, don’t even know you. Moving at the speed of light, running in several small circles to achieve a dream never documented. No one showed you what it took, and now you are just learning the best way you can…except your process has torn me to small and nearly unrecognizable pieces. I am not rude, mean, or inconsiderate. I just love me; and loving me won’t allow me to get beaten down any further.
Sometime I sit and wish that I could be silent to only allow my thoughts and dreams to be transplanted into the minds of others, while still never uttering a single word.
I can remember how it felt when I first learned to have a voice. It was received so, so well. Then one day what I had to say became just as discounted as an old wives tale. I sat quietly on the banks of my imagination dangling my feet wondering why I ever opened my mouth in the first place.
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