Sideswiped
Foggy emotions mist the imprint of what use to be such a wonderful situation, such a grand complication of expectations we expressed with such moderation.
Exposed reputations fear us into submission, and through talented suspension I see great intention to have our feelings accepted, expressed, suppressed and denied proper mention of its targeted definition.
Rummaging through my closet of experience, I am reminded of circumstances I new fit me well, I am forced to accept situations I do not deal with all to well, so I fear the growing need to pull back and rebel.
I stand by while life passes me by, I sit to myself quietly and cry impressions of the what-if’s and why’s, telling myself to protect itself, although selfishness force me to think of everyone besides myself.
Ironed patches of disobedience are now stained to a shirt that fit a size to tight, frantic starch sprayed over jittered hearts intensify my wrongs/ your rights. Twin mirrors reflect deeper sides of self I now believe become sideswiped… because this dwindling personality has marvelous fight.
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