Miscommunication

Poem By Lyndsey Grant

Should I dare
to speak
is my opinion
too meek
do your ears
hear
what I'm saying
or is my purpose
sabotaged
by my lack
of strife
am I petty
and unsteady
do my
actions
seem
too ready
or is your
unwillingness
what needs
to be flexed
should I
bow down
and take heed
to the falsehoods
of your breed
and shy away
because
that's what you say
are my feelings
unjust
and do they reek of
mistrust
because
let me tell
you
we have
all been there
done that
seen crap
that makes us
sick
stomach gurgling
with vicious burgling
stealing our hopes
and dreams
and realms
of passions
and now were
crashing
off this high
of intuition
that's got me wishing
I was never given
a taste
of what its like
to be in your place
because now I'm
stuck
back in this
muck
and my rage
cannot
be re arranged

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