
How loud do I have to scream for you to stop insinuating
That I am not simulating,
Manipulating or overstimulating?
I am not wrapping your reality in dark veils,
Falling on safety nets when all else fails,
I am just screaming for help.
But you say I draw attention to myself,
You choose to keep your emotions on a glass shelf.
And deep down I get it,
I am glad that I do not have to live it.
Must be lonely watching people through a magnifying glass,
Judging their class
While lounging in an ivory tower.
Must be hard to find it was a looking glass all along,
And your words were just crass,
They were wrong.
So, how loud do I have to be to make you see?
Until they dig a hole in the grass,
All my broken pieces will keep cutting open your legacy.
Your brokenness will be a part of me.
-JW