I was always put on the front line
asked to dance to the music unknown
while others shaded, I acted broken
what do you expect from me to avoid this nonsense?
you will smooth everything over
cover with sweet words, apologise
while I’m fed up
with this ludicrous lack of guts
when all my language and empathy skills
they are worthless, busted, eighty-sixed
I can’t do anything about it
unless I stay away
where no one can look at me and recoil
saying a bad word that I
did something wrong
when in fact
all I’ve ever tried to do
was to protect your dirty butt and act
in this deranged theatre as if nothing had happened
but it did and nothing
will ever bring me back my health, so Auf Wiedersehen
***
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Nice piece ❤️well written 💯✨😉
Again, I'm not sure that "liked" is the word I would use for this. Identified with, frustrated with my own lack of guts & inability to communicate or make things better, increasingly angry with the pretense that everything is okay when I know it's not--that I'm not--those words seem more apt. You probably should have included a trigger warning for me & anyone else who has ever felt discounted, belittled or ignored by those who are supposed to love us. In other words, well done!