Spectacle

Is that all I am to you?

Speak to me about language and the patterns and rhythms of words

Tell me your thoughts and your perspectives

Walk all over me until I can't breathe and there are no thoughts I can think

Until I scramble to pick them up again

Tear apart my mind and pick at my brains to tell me I'm overthinking

Laugh at my being 

Grin at my words

Twirl and spin around me with joy

At my demise

Look away from me

When I am crying

Stuff my feelings in your pockets

As you declare I am overreacting 

My personhood is not wanted

Just my presence

My life is not respected

Just my essence 

This is not my desire

To be a spectacle for your pleasure

I excuse myself 

Good people 

I excuse myself 

from having to prove myself

to perform a dance

that I've never learned

only to trip and get back up again

over and over in cycles I cannot predict

I excuse myself 

I take my bow

Goodnight, goodbye 

Be well