My psychiatrist  taught me
            TO
                    LET
                       ­        GO

I did it completely!

Now my PAST is a BLANK.
My  TODAY I have to rein in
To have some FUTURE.

I wonder how far you will go to satisfy others.

I merely pick up things here and there,
but you have a tendency to compromise parts of yourself to fit a niche.

You are fluid,
malleable,
able to swiftly transfer yourself
from situation
              to situation.

This isn't always a bad thing,
but I can't help but wonder,

how much have you given up so that others could benefit?

Would people have been more kinder
and affectionate,
if only the world didn’t misunderstand
niceness on a daily basis?
How come we live with such a distorted view
that we are afraid of being good to each other?
From the fear of being judged.
From the fear of being ridiculed.
From the fear of being burdened forever.
From the fear of being taken advantage of.
From the fear of being looked down on.

Perhaps I can say it was my passion
To think vividly and put that picture into a composition
To come up with silly adjectives and a strong emotion
But perhaps, I was wrong about that notion

This system that has corrupted me
Where compassion is much like the dead sea
Those students that hide their knowledge and secrets
All being sly and sitting beside their best bets

Reaching out a hand seems quite a challenge
With incapability to pick up a lecture seems like an overwhelming package
People were fascinated with lessons such as "competitive advantage"
When deep down inside, I was already damaged

Thank you, for creating a war inside my head
That expressing myself would be a dread
So judge me if I loathe this useless algorithm
Because in these words I now struggle to find the perfect rhythm

-j.t.