Poem 184: Limited Expression

When I say the words I feel

you tell me not to speak;

you tell me not to say such things;

you tell me I should be ashamed.

When I say the thoughts I think

you put your head in hands and say,

"how could you think such things,"

and then you turn away.

When I tell you what I've done

you hide your eyes in shame;

you tell me I'm to blame,

and with me refuse to stay.

When I tell you who I am

you don't listen or hear;

you turn away your ears

and pretend I'm not here.

When I..., you do not let me be.

So I'll not share those parts of me.

Instead I'll shelter deep inside:

It's safer if myself I hide.