Thursday, 12 December 2019

Untitled #25 - people pleaser

From where does this come,
This intense self pressure to please?
To please every other person,
Who means well or just comes my way -

Why so much pressure to please?
Is it because I am human?
Or because I am female?
Or because both -

And my bones are supposed to 
Be flexible to needs,
Whether it is to push out another,
Or to let others push it in -

And my muscles are supposed to
Contract and relax as per
"What they say"
And I follow it, I believe it -

But why do I listen to it!
Is this my state of immanence?
Is this the only choice that
I know to choose?

Must I let my years of training
Of listening, of fearing failure,
Of fearing greatness,
Of unspoken obedience and 
Of unheard tantrums, dictate -

Must I let myself cry and pity (myself?)
Because I feel trapped in questions
That I am too scared to answer -
Because everyone "means well",
They come my way and "mean well",

And I am so trained to listen.

To obey.

To bend.

To break.

To fill all cracks with gold.

And now I do not know.

Who I am (¿am I?) anymore.

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Untitled #24 - maybe

I wish things were less messy in my head
That I could sort out the safe, unsafe,
Good, bad, demons, angels, dark and dark,
Then let you in, slowly, show you what it is,
And at least give you a chance to maybe.
Maybe you'll understand.

Instead of like now, where I just push you away,
Where any male touch seems unsafe,
Where any external stimulus seems bad,
Everything looks like a demon in disguise,
And I can't see past a wall of tears, it's dark.
Very dark.

I wish I could tell you where it hurts,
I wish I could let you in but fear stops me,
I stop me.

What if I tell you and you leave?
What if I tell you and you decide I'm not worth it?
What if it's all true?

What they say about me and you,
That we shouldn't be,
That I'm toxic.

But I love you every single day even when it hurts,
But I know even love can be toxic if it's not right.
But I never had to question if I love you,
But I wonder if I let you love me because I,
I feel incapable of being loved.
Maybe you'll understand.