Anxiety, unrest,
coasting on the edges
of a self-possessed
sinking ship,
self-esteem mentality.
Speak up-
you are a significant
voice of arbitrary
means of understanding.
A different angle,
an anchor on your well-being,
and while still,
sailing by, is Despair
in her mask
of charming lies.
“Everything’s Okay”
or so she says.
I cannot look back
to the past of misery
deceit and mistakes laid out
one after another.
Anger- dropped
pouring to the floor
is a shred of self-respect.
Stop being angry for
the advantage of others.
Stuff It Down.
Stuff it down.
The grudge of grand proportions.
I cannot cope
in a constructive style.
Smiles and grinding teeth to the gums.
I will not open my mouth
to spew my personal truth.
It is not effective.
It is not endearing.
How I feel is kneeling,
hands holding shoulders down.
I can’t get up from a state
of self induced hate
without fighting the hands
that keep me kneeling
to indignation.
I don’t have the energy
to deal with disappointment.