You’re mad at me ’cause I don’t talk,
When there are so many reasons why.
One is that nothing I say is right.
People believe what they want, so why try?
You don’t care that I am silent.
You care that you can’t manipulate.
If staying safe’s a slight against you,
It’s precisely why I absquatulate;
‘Cause of course I have my reasons.
However, you don’t care about those.
In fact, you solely care ’bout yourself.
Through the years your selfishness only grows.
Sorry you do not own my soul,
Where words and musings are mine to hide.
So go on assuming and shaming.
You can’t steal away what I feel inside.
My feelings are mine, not yours!
K. Aldaya, 1/12/20
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