Common Ground

Annunciate
Or she will
Misunderstand
The tranquil
Tone of your voice
Disarming
My self-defence
So lilting yet not by choice
Contact in between the lines
Unfurling before my eyes
A sociopathic soul
Redundant of all control
Persuasive or so I’m told
Aggressively keeping hold
I once had it all worked out
Now confused and filled with doubt
Is this my dream?
Chainsmoking
Even though I took advice from you
I didn’t think you knew what I should do
Symbolically
Represent
Notions of a reset point of view
Appeasing is the least that I can do
And now it’s late
November
Can’t feel a thing
Or remember
To trust or share
My mindset
Beyond all care
No longer belongs to me
The same way
At twenty-four
I dream of
Knocking a door
Though there won’t be
Anyone there
Just a notion of despair
Alone now and
Getting old
The weather is
Turning cold
I once had it all worked out
Now confused and filled with doubt
Is this my dream?
Chainsmoking
Even though I took advice from you
I didn’t think you knew what I should do
Symbolically
Represent
Notions of a reset point of view
Appeasing is the least that I can do
I’d like to
Say I have learned
Adapted
When I got burned
But there is
No way to tell
No reference
No common ground
And though I
Know it must be
Perspective is
Hard to see
And when
I write
Down these
Words I
Hate my
Self and
The person who I came to be and
Even though I took advice from you
I didn’t think you knew what I should do
Because my lies confuse even myself
Began to worry for my mental health
Suppressing thoughts of any sign of grief
Friends were impressed with speed of relief
But I had learned to function without thought
The regret, the fear, the wasting of my life