At What Cost?

What am I doing? Losing myself? To people who don't know their own?

Considering the costs of other's opinions and thoughts, I think I'll just mind my own

I can see- the difference between what's said and done- these people live in a world they claim is their own

But I'll see what I decide to do-

I shouldn't ignore the difference between what two people believe

But considering the cost of my character, maybe the space is too big between the views that we see

But what stuck out was somethin' that was said to me

"I've never seen this side of you"

"I've never seen such pride from you"

My confidence didn't sit right with their conscience

They should know I take pride in my passion

And I know there's a line between awareness and arrogance

But the line is blurred through their eyes so they question my actions

But if they took a look through mine, and stood where I stand

I'm sure they'd find a brand new perspective

Even though they don't understand it, they still should respect it

I've been where they were so I want them to see where I am

I want them to see where I stand in these stanzas

But there's somethin' different from what I said and whatever they heard

It almost feels like their ears like to fight what I'm sayin'

Now I'm loosin' sight of any reason to explain

I'm not into people pleasin' since it's one of a number of roots of my pain

The extinguisher's empty but the fire's still goin'- I guess that's another burnt bridge

The number of fish in the sea is plenty- but I can't see past the smoke that forming the ridge

No emotions are shown, there all in the flow of the ink-

In the letter I left at the door that they didn't read

It feels like I'm loosing connections-

Facing the fear of such a familiar feeling- rejection

I can't get the sleep that I need- I guess that's the cost

Counting sheep but how many were wolves? How many were lost?

At the cost of trust- the writer looks for words but he's lost

I guess I'll see what I decide to do, because the point isn't getting across

Will I continue to, describe feelings to who doesn't listen?

At the cost of my sanity, trying to please people who can only see their perspective of me

Or, with nothing to prove, decide to prioritize me and myself

At the cost of losing someone, who never knew me to begin with