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For Who I Am

If I'm spaced–out and smiling, I don't want to explain why. If my facial muscles are relaxed but I look like I'm angry, I will not hear a word about it. If you catch tears in my eyes (won't that be the day) but I say I want to be alone, I swear to you that's all I want. I promise I'll seek companionship when I need it. I am enough of an open book for my liking, but you won't get me wearing my heart on my sleeve. I say what I mean, and I have an extensive vocabulary for doing just that. But if you push these primary boundaries, if my anger gets the better of me… …You will find yourself being rattled by the collar. Can't you just take me for who I am?