I must be missing the substance of all your allegories.
The sentences peel my skin with disgust when they say:
“You’re a lady, you should have some better worries.”
“Are you dating and are you planning a kid, tell me!”
They need to hear my convenient answers.
But everything I want is for my mind to be handled safely.
Crawled out of the hold of anxiety, beat the monster in the mirror,
For a year and a half I’ve been able to breathe without pain
But the pressure is quietly kicking in, it’s a silent killer.
Why can’t I simply be undecided and live one day at the time?
Why can’t I have the choice and the cash,
why can’t it all be mine?
Why is my every step analyzed as if it’s colored in lime?
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 