How to be free from scrutiny?
You can’t.
You can’t.
You can’t.
I am an insignificant
grain of sand
on a warm sunny beach.
Or so, I wish I was-
what I really am
is an admission
of imperfection.
Loud and unwilling to be treated unfairly.
Tired of being told to be sad
when I’m happy,
tired of saying goodbye to happiness
in order to fit in a crowd I don’t belong.
I’m spent again,
devastated,
deep breaths,
mindful meditated
into nowhere good.
I’ve got this feeling
I’ll be healing
more than just myself-
you can’t heal other people.
You Can’t.
You can’t.
You can’t.
