Knows what I know
Should be the center
of my thoughts
My feelings

How easily I am pushed away
What do you know in your heart? Trust that.
And I say, why are you giving me so much credit?
How can I trust this--my own, only my own

What pains me is not the situation
The job, the lack of it, the having or having not
of whatever
But when I'm hit with aggression and
how it changes what I think of myself
That sickening feeling when I think I've been found out

To come back to the heart.
To believe what I know
is life itself