I try to speak
But the words,
They won’t come out.
They are trapped deep
Beneath me
In a place that I call
Home.
It is hard for me
To get to them
They are jumbled
By so much noise.
If you give me a
Moment to think
Stop talking as though
I’m not here…
I might have
Something to say
If you can read my
Eyes.
You think it hard
To deal with me
Ever think of how I
Deal with you?
You want to mold
Me into something familiar
Because it makes you
Feel safe.
But there is no safety in
My world
Everyone is always
Coming at me.
Telling me,
Expecting me,
Wishing I was
Someone different.
I never asked you
To be anything
Other than
Who you are.
I know that every
Tuesday
You will be here
At 7:30
I know what you
Will be wearing
And I know
How you will smell
But most of all
I will know
That you really
Want to be here.
Please know
That I want
You here
Too.
