fromthemouthofmoi

When everyone points, protest When most people laugh, declare When people become silent, reiterate When someone denies, claim When trash is heaped high, assert If backs get turned, vow If all you find are deaf ears, repeat If the stance becomes threatening, maintain If they sit on a fence, stress If you find yourself frustrated, swear

My skin no longer fits well The people around me seem too small I'm uncomfortable I feel impeded, and kept back by those Who are lame, confused, blissfully ignorant. There are those that spend too much time telling others they are wrong They are not right either, Everyone holds another truth Let it go, let it be You will still be ok, if you don't win this hand All this stuff I have I want it to go Let it be in other homes reminding others of me I want space to think clearly, A place that reminds me of the sea I want to line up my stones and give each a name Skipping them on water, one by one Never to be seen again.