Maybe I'm Not Ambiguous

 Ambiguous 

I think not 

Because something specific

Wouldn't be their first thought

They'd have to read between the lines

Try to put the obscure pieces together 

Assumptions are made instead 

And I've known this forever 


You mistook my appearance

Had to backpedal your words 

I'll play stupid, I'll be coy

Like I didn't hear what I just heard

And you'll get off clean despite your foot in your mouth 

While I have to stand there and internally scream 

Constantly not having any other choice

Tell myself I just need to chill out and reconvene 

Right 

Just hit the reset button 

Wait for the next time

I wonder when this feeling bubbles over

Of being sick of being defined 


Someone come and sing to me

Notes of my delusions

Serenade me the tune of finality

Create me an illusion 


One of a life carefree

My anger placed on the shelf

Where I'm maybe not ambiguous

But rather just myself.
















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