If you knew better, you'd do better...so they say. But they say and they say again today,
and always change like the new weather.
And these days are so cold - but I never fold. Balancing on my tippy toes,
the clouds smell my lofty goals,
while my nose is so awfully close to wherever my chin goes...and it's to the sky, every time. They ask me why, as if I felt I had a choice;
as if I didn't know that I have a voice that deserves to be voiced.
And that's a matter of opinion - they say to pick one.
But sometimes the sides within question are missing certain lessons,
and placing my feet into either step then
would have me left with what I was only trying to leave.
I stay in the middle, centered, finding myself - moments to breathe.
That's what I need...moments to breathe.
And what they want for me would come with a cost that I am unwilling to toss
into their wishing well.
It's like they wish me hell under their breath -
so unkept to the love that they claim to project. So let me interject.
Even the reject can sense the concept of neglect, or disrespect...
some things that a chest kept locked in a chest filled with regret and words unsaid.
And so I said "this is my last message";
I forgive, never to forget,
that the hands that shake mine
should hold more time to align the mirror, before they judge what stands before mine
when I write these rhymes.
It is now my time, as it always has been...
to never give in to what is less than positive.
I am sick of my stomach turning to walls yearning to cave in, ever so blatant.
I am done running in a foot race that I was never raised in.