Your Stories

Written by: Tammy Armstrong

What trouble is it to you, I ask
To let me be inside myself -
To think     To wait
To concentrate
On my worries?

What cause to doubt do I create
By not telling you this one thing
That is mine..
It is mine
I assure you.

Why do you push to hear what you loathe to hear?
Where bursting thoughts fall on deaf ears?

What of my thoughts, I ask you please?
Do my thoughts not belong to me?

In tones I hesitate to call music
You elaborate my evil scheme
Before I even know it
You do
Assume.

I won’t reveal my tiny thought
To you who so covets it
What torture
Oh what punishment
For you.

Go ahead and wish it on me
You won’t get inside my head
Where you will twist
And turn
Your stories.