I wish for a release from
the energies that bind me.
The ones that wish to control and defined me.
I don’t belong to them, I belong to me.
These juvenile texts are used
to express what I feel.
Does that not make them all the more real?
Yet still, I struggle with desires to please others and cater to their needs.
I wish I could explain this need to please.
It’s like a cancer that has plagued my being.
I’m always concerned with how they think of me.
Like a crossroads of caring about what others perceive and how I care only
about what I see in me.
It’s as though I live for them and me.
It’s a strange place to be.