Made for the Waves

It’s impossibly irritating,

The thoughts

Of others.

I try not to care.

An old dog says life ain’t fair.

We’re what I would consider

“Good” people

Accepting of all

Who do no serious harm.

I’ve always had trouble

With misrepresentation.

Those who don’t carry the capacity

To understand

Deeper levels

Of thought

And compassion

Walk behind you

Grumbling about what they chose

To not like about you

Based on whatever insecurity

Pushed them to such pettiness.

It’s not someone’s thoughts about me

that truly peels my skin back,

It’s the falsehoods,

The misunderstanding,

The utter lack of effort

To try and make it to

Someone else’s

Perspective.

I can’t rightly

Allow anyone to speak falsehoods

On my name.

I’m an artist.

A musician.

A person of the people.

My compassion goes as deep

As another is willing to swim.

Some just don’t like the water.

I was made for the waves.