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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They say seek understanding, but what if you're the last one standing. When their presence alone ignites fear in your bones. The way personalities shift is a curse, not a gift. I do not understand, does that make me bad? I don't want to, it shouldn't be something I have to do. It makes my mind spin and spin. The worst scenarios in my head, the worst of sins. I know it's just as hard for them, but i feels like I'm banging at the door and they won't let me in. I'm stuck on high alert, my desire to be empathetic is inert. At heart I'm an introvert. I hate to feel like I'm in this cage, rattling with rage, because on the inside I'm afraid. What's been done to me, can't be reversed, the pain I feel honestly hurts. I'm someone who needs an exit plan, somewhere where I can dip my toes in the sand. Don't sit and watch me stumble, reach down and give me a hand. I don't want your indifference or a solution that's on the fence. I require reassurance the devil & I no longer dance. I won't wreck myself, but I really do need some help. I don't particularly enjoy the cards I've been dealt, they leave me wondering, "What the hell?" I refuse to bow down, but I'll change my surroundings to escape the sound. Don't worry too much, damned if I end up right about my hunch, it's all about to go south and before that happens I want out. I'm irritated, I'm far from situated, all those sayings are outdated. It's my choice, to chose my type of noise. I refuse to listen, because there is little to no reason. I know I'm crazy, please don't hate me, but know that I'm entitled to my own opinion. I don't understand, forgive me if that's sinning. Written in regards to being triggered by someone who acted much like my abusve ex.
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