I fill these large shoes but stumble
Falling down hard I am humbled
All around jeering mumbles
Like it’s funny that I tumbled
Again my self talk is bad
I only want to be sad
Where’s your reason to be glad
Your goodness drives me mad
Walking the earth to be hurt
Wanting your ear not your skirt
Finally mocking overt
Calling me an introvert
Crying so long I started a tide
Then slipping on my backside
Rolling in poo again I cried
It’s got to be time for suicide
The shoes fall off climbing up
I slipped down holding on snug
Three more feet to crest the top
Almost there to take the flop
No Ideating, Just flipping the bird
How many listened to or heard
Close off your brain, open your heart
Hear their cries before they depart
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/23
Michael's Lair 