By Allie Marie
You made me overthink it.
Now, I can hardly speak.
I know I’m quiet to begin with,
but I have grown to learn to say what I think.
I take comfort in communication,
words on paper,
and the belief that shared knowledge is power.
But here I am always forced into
the strategy of being compared.
My way of thinking trapped to a number;
a number that has become a popularity contest.
This is something that I don’t care to participate in.
Smiles and laughter formed into strategy behind closed doors.
We all want to be liked,
but I don’t want to become something I’m not in the process.
Truthful communication makes a team.
Speaking when the words count.
Focusing on growth and strengths.
Sharing strategies to make us better.
But, I’m not quite above what you expect.
I’m just on the brink.
You say not to take it the wrong way. I’m doing great.
But, I can’t help but feel hurt.
Left to always help and
listen to the whispers.
I’m forced to question myself,
when I always give my best.