Think, they need only to understand
Understanding means commitment
One side or the other
There’s no middle ground
The victory of the conception
Means the distinction of the other
The diminished responsibility of proof, just the response to obey
The scale of disenchantment and disillusion that will follow
The manipulation of Ferber
When the political forces seek loyalty above compassion
Correct positions aligned will come to the poet to the intellectual
Not abstract to be the mouthpiece of the tyrant
Once the voice of the abstract people
Now slaves to their cause
A scapegoat for their errors
An undeclared war on society
Pitting those who will gain the advantage and to those who will find discrimination, disappointment and depression

Ignorance will be the death of our democracy

If you go, you’ll never come back
Not whole, not unchanged.
The wind will take part of you,
The silence will teach you your name.

The trees will whisper truths
That cities never speak.
The stars will etch themselves
In the corners of your sleep.

And when you return,
You won’t know how to explain
The way a mountain
Made you weep in the rain.

If you go
You’ll never come all the way back.
Some part of you will stay
Where the world still remembers how to breathe.

No one holds the key to this door.
Not you, not me
Because we chose to close it gently,
Then locked it, lovingly,
From the inside.

Together, we stepped past the threshold,
And left the world behind.
No fear, no need to turn the handle,
No exit in our mind.

Here, inside this quiet space,
Our love is free to grow
Unseen, untouched, uninterrupted.
Just us.
And that’s all we need to know.

We’re not locked in out of fear,
But by choice, by trust,
No need for a key.
This room was made for us.

Me and my anxiety,
We’re friends now.
I’ve spent so much time with you,
Might as well shake hands.

Me and my sleep disorder,
We’re friends now.
The bags under my eyes
Are just part of the outfit.

Me and my fear of driving,
We’re friends now.
I grip the wheel,
While everyone else becomes a threat.

Me and my eating disorder
We’re friends now.
Hunger feels like control,
And silence tastes like victory.

Me and my multiple personalities,
We’re friends now.
At least I’m never alone,
I kinda like them.

Me and my bipolar,
We’re friends now.
Two versions of me
Taking turns with the microphone.

Me and my schizophrenia,
We’re friends now.
I talk to the shadows,
And Granger always listens.

But me and my depression..
We’re not friends.
I’m tired of your weight,
Of waking up with you sitting on my chest.
You don’t talk, you just stay.
And I’m so **** sick of you.

I watch the ones I love
Drink slow,
Then slip-
From laughter into spectacle.
Bright-eyed,
I see too much.
Not by choice,
But by clarity I didn’t ask for.

They celebrate,
And I’m there-
But I can’t quite be there.
Their fun feels foreign,
A language I’ve forgotten
Or never learned.

Voices rise,
Inhibitions fall,
And I smile out of place,
Wishing I could feel
What they feel.
But I can’t.

I made a choice
That separates me.
In a world drunk on escape,
I choose presence.
And it feels like exile.

I’d find comfort
If they saw what I see.
If they stood where I stand.
But I am.
A strange creature,
Craving connection
But fearing the cost.

I don’t choose not to go.
I just… can’t.

Then it turns:
The stumble, the slur,
The ***** on the floor—
And still,
I stay silent.
Because judgment is lonely
And honesty isn’t invited.

I’m searching for truth
In a world that’s intoxicated.
And that’s
My struggle.

You were drawn to my shine,
To the light in my steps, my aura, my time.
You walked beside me all the while,
Curious-why do I smile?

I spoke of joy, of a heart that glows,
Of peace within, the love I know.
But you had none, you’d lost your spark,
And sought to ***** out all my dark.

You didn’t want to see me grow
You only came to steal my glow.

I wish I could
But you’ll soon see,
The words don’t always come to me.
I stutter, stall
unable to rant,
And what I’d say, I simply can’t.

I don’t speak much,
Though I wish I might,
But my thoughts don’t land just right.
From brain to mouth,
There’s something lost
A moment’s pause,
At such a cost.

They call me quiet,
Say I’m shy,
But they don’t know how hard I try.
To shape my thoughts into a stream,
To speak aloud what I dare dream.

I long to stand
And boldly say,
The things I hold back every day.
A public speaker
I’ve wished to be,
And I’ve worked hard in therapy.

They taught me breath,
To roll each sound,
But still my voice gets turned around.

So if I stutter
Please just know,
It breaks my heart
To let it show.

To simply speak
As you all do
To say what’s real,
To say what’s true.

But I stay silent,
Face composed
The quiet one
That no one knows.