I live in the loneliest world.
Not a soul in my corner;
I can vent to no one.
The pressure is building.
When I try to have some of the air escape,
I’m faced with ridicule, criticism, and dismay.
I’m always there for others.
I always offer an ear.
But for me?
It’s the worst, I fear.
I feel minimized and neglected.
Oh no!
The wrong emotion was selected.
I am not to show concern.
I am not to disagree.
Heaven forbid!
I must bend the knee!
I’m over it;
I am done.
When those ask why I’m silent,
maybe they should look at who’s holding the gun.
I give you permission to be dismissive.
Matter of fact, I’ll be entirely submissive.
Offer no opinions,
just reassurance that you’re right!
My hands are tied behind my back.
I’ll no longer throw a fight.
I’ll live to appease;
I’ll close my eyes and no longer see
the damage being done right before me.
A puppet in your show,
I offer you control.
Say goodbye to me.
