Those Among Others

Those among others might see the introvert,

the hopeless woman stuck in her head who banters on about extroversion.

The sunken hope, the cost of the fallacy of her broken needs.

Interlaced in the works of others;

The hopes others might follow through and she might be bespoken for when they fail to do.

Cradling empty tears,

for the fears are very much, much more real.

She sinks into her slump, as if the reality is not near.

Drowning out the voices,

the Godded hurray's,

the 'fate will have its ways'

and 'impossibilities are fallacies' somewhere along the way.

She didn't say that.

She didn't want to hear that.

None of it.

None of it at all.

Damn it. Damn the fucking faithful for their words,

it's as if they speak that she hasn't any sense at all.

Words fall flat,

their temperatures mild.

It's like swimming in the kiddie pool,

but her endeavors are not so mild.

The cruelty of being let down,

the anger that makes her spell bound.

Cursed to fling the hated remarks,

the remarks that make her regret being herself.

Of putting herself in such a precarious element.

Of relying on someone not herself.

And fingers knead creased brows.

Tell me, tell me how.

Tell me how I cannot become bitter,

Jaded at the world so till I lift on up my expectations and shove them off.

Hackles raised, the shackles will finally fucking fall off.

How I tell the world to 'F off'?

Suddenly there's disgusted remarks and faces.

Like they can't believe I traded places

With the hopeful, jubilicious woman who turned problems into resolutions,

And born solutions from pulverized unworkable tribulations.

Tell her.

Tell her again, how shallow she's been.

Tell her again, the impossibilities are fallacies

And the fates are written in the galaxies.

And watch her, watch her turn.

Smile, smoldering burn.

Mirthless eyes, where embers churn.

She is among others,

But she is alone.

For the ones she feels warmth from,

Are far from home.

The blood may speak

So it may take her Will as meek,

But she is done.

Done and will no longer speak.

For here, she believes herself the freak.