No longer have to trademark my grief
Don’t need the world to see where I was broke
I’ve given myself full attention and love
All I’d held dormant is now woke
I’ve befriended it all, found a place in my heart
For what used to have me in tatters
Don’t need you to see it to make it all real
It’s mine now, and that’s all that matters
She can’t decide
She can’t hear
There’s a cacophony
In her inner ear
What to think
What to do
Which way to be
Which her, or who?
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Post: cacophony (and Dr. Seuss)
Allow me to educate you:
I am a separate person from you
I am not here to resolve your issues
It’s not my job to quell your anxieties
I am free to express myself
To use whatever tone makes sense to me
If I don’t answer in a way you think I should
Guess what?
Tough fucking luck
Memorize this:
You will never know me
I will be there (have nowhere else to go)
dutifully doing what is expected of me
Keep my part of the silent agreement we’re all in
Actually, I’ll go beyond all expectations
I will be beyond criticism, beyond reproach
The outer world will see that perfect picture you are so invested in
But you will never know me
You will not gain entrance to my inner spaces
Never have my attention in any meaningful way
My heart and soul are permanently shut to you
This, I choose, and it will forever be my choice
Remember this
I know I will
Welcome to the gate to my heart.
Admire the wrought ironwork that guards my essence.
I chose it for its superior weathering properties.
It’s been in place since my adolescence.
You can look but you cannot touch:
this will be your forever-penance.
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