Shouldn’t have opened my mouth.
Shouldn’t have said a word.
Should have kept it bottled inside the way I always do.
I didn’t want a lecture.
I didn’t want a speech.
I wanted someone to listen to me.
Someone to vent to.
Someone to let the pressure out to.
Someone to just listen to me.
Seems I didn’t get that.
Seems I just got more pressure.
Seems like nothing ever changes.
Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
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