You may have tired of me
A person no longer himself
Because that is who I am
Or who I used to be
No longer knowing my left from right
It feels like I always do what’s wrong
When people drown me in righteousness
Not wanting to see me smile
But complaining when I do
And my heart can’t take it
Partly stuck in the past
And stretched into the future
So my smile is like a victim
A stroke of genius
To please everybody
And thank you, but I’ll be myself
Even though I don’t need to be anybody
But it’s something
When soul meets body
LITTLE TALKS 
And thank you, but I’ll be myself—-When soul meets body
love these lines. Really enjoyed this
Thank you. I’m glad you did.
I love this. Write long poems please, too short, we want more of your words 😦
Thank you. Do you mean long like this one or longer?
Longer than this would be goood!
This is actually one of the longest poems I’ve written in a while (ever?). 🙂