Other's jealousy is my enemy. I never have received praise properly. It has not been strange to me until recently. I just read a poem to a person and she just changed the subject. I know the attack, I move on and don't hit back. I think this makes people crazy.
I feel like I can't write, because others start to bite. You all are about to not know the to and fro. I know what I do and what I say, but you may not today. The silver lining doesn't exist today. I know to cocoon my comments, but I do start to object. I stop the flow and know there is no place to go.
I want to rip myself away and create something amazing to me. I need to trust that a time table does exist and I will be emancipated with a kiss.
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