ABCDEmotional Safety
Where do I factor in, when your understanding is just a mask?
Actually, I was too scared to say it
Because you acted safe-- a new place to be coveted
Carry myself back down to the safe,
Doubtful you realize
Everything's fine-- if I don't lose you
Fuck, I feel so lost
God knows all I've lost to these times
Hugging tight to everyone
I "couldn't lose"-- watch from the sidelines
"Just kidding" and "bitch mode", excuses in droves
Kindly correcting my every objection
Less honest opinions, much more anxiety
More sweeping myself under the rug, saying
Never mind that I have needs too
One more night asking where I factor in
Please tell me more about your emotional "intelligence"
Questions you ask like a mockery
Right when I think I've finally gotten through
Sit there and say "I just want to understand"
Tell me how much more I should explain
Until there's nothing more I could possibly say
Vested interest in the things you'd
Want to watch me throw away and just
Xanax the worries you embed in me
Your selfless empathy, just a pretty mask
Zero fucks left what you think, cause I've seen you.
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In the strangleholds of many lies, There springs an abundant fount of right. The truth breaketh down any obstructions and blight When, despite the darkness, the light is shining bright And dispels all the corrupt ungrowth. Honesty is coveted, it's said; unmired pearls, shining bright in the void. Though many solicitations and beckonings call for the hastening and speedy productions only patience guarantees their growth. Your poem, Sym, is worth reading. Thank you.