You speak of things you know not of You lecture things you're incapable of You accuse of things you know not true You deny the things you know to be true
They're absurd, really, the things you say The things that only you would say It's unfair, really, the way you act Demanding the things of the stuff you lacked
The way you wish that you could be You will not find inside of me
Just turn around and view yourself I promise I don't need your help Just focus on the life you own And learn that my life is my own
|Written 2010| *from my Emerge collection, being poem #4. Please see the collection page itself.
Line #7 originally said "It's illogical" instead of "It's unfair". I had a tough time finding a word I was happy with for a while, and changed it much later. This poem was birthed from anger, and I regretted writing it later, and wince at typing it up again even now. But it's a part of my story that from that week that gave birth to the poet in me. So I feel it should be included.