gypsy11681

Your War Zone

step into your war zone
words like hair triggered snipers
land mines of if you were only and who I need to be
guilt like a razors edge
guilt like a trip wire
guilt like a land mine
and shame
say these words
feign empathy
think these thoughts
convey through tone and expression
wrap it up with a pretty bow
wrap it up in your insincere loving words
intentions with false bottoms
spaces in between in which I constantly slip
slip through the cracks of your well being
I am wrong
I will always be wrong
I have always been wrong
my shield of compliance has eroded
I can hide no more
with bombs of blame overhead
and degradation loaded hand grenades pointed in my direction
I choose the cover of my own true self in the making
I choose not to continue to allow your access to this knife wound
I will no longer just sit back and watch as it bleeds

Gypsy, 2012