“Well, Guess What?”

Poems

Apr 14

I'm tired of always being pushed down for being who and what I am.

Who has the right to tell me I have no right to be me?

Who the hell gives you the right to tell me I am unacceptable because I am me?

You haven't the slightest clue. You have no idea who or what stands before you.

If you knew, you would tread lightly.

I am not one to be trifled with.

You can only push me down so far before I rise up and crush you all.

They never love me for who and what I am.

The real me is not good enough.

Well, guess what?

Did it ever occur to you that you are not good enough for me?

As time passes I grow tired and lonely, tired of being alone.

Not alone physically; just tired of being alone in the sense

that no one gets me,

or has a clue what goes on deep inside me.

And if they get a glimpse, they are sure to run.

Run, run, run.

Author of fiction, short stories, and poetry.

“Rage Into Darkness”