506. My Feelings Are Mine, Not Yours

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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

Picture: By: Jessica Favaro at Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/973vRak-llM

493. Exposure

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Exposed.

Shame on display.

Diagnosed: “There you are”.

Now what to say?

Open.

The door ajar.

If you seek, you will find,

Each cut and scar.

Naked.

Nowhere to hide.

What’s visible can’t just,

Go back inside.

Unveiled.

Stain after stain.

Grotesque is the vessel,

Holding the pain.

Published.

Words weaponized;…

Though they aren’t people and,…

Judgment’s devised.

Exposed.

Shame on display.

You know where they live now,

But will you stay?

K. Aldaya, 10/1/19

Picture: By: Alexander Krivitskiy at Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/8Z8JijlydJs