Intervention
But I won't soften in your arms
I bristle when you touch me
I won't break loose my love for you
Why? Because I'm angry!
You're all ganging up on me
All in the name of love
You lunge at me with open arms
Just begging for a hug
Don't any of you realize
You’re pushing me away?
My space is getting smaller
With each boundary that I lay
I feel so trapped inside this cage
No shelter from the rain
I'm standing at the window
Just scratching at the pane
Your eyes all stare in pity as I try and look away
I gaze off into the sky of melancholy gray
Don't tell me that I'm paranoid
Don’t tell me that I'm wrong
'Cause I've known this for quite some time - I know I don't belong
And when I feel the sting of your smug indignity
This so-called “intervention" will be the death of me
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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