Atop a bent back,
sits a bruised and broken mind,
Impossibly kind.
Kindness is my fault,
I give felicitations.
Docile to the bone.
What I am inside,
Is the outside you see,
for I will be me.
Caged inside my mind,
A pocket full of day dreams,
Gray skies mocking them.
Strangers narrow eyes,
My ulterior motive,
To love without being judged.
Judge and jury all,
Cannot fathom free kindness,
Suspicion is cheap.
They condemn with joy,
No one trusts a smiling man,
My heart invalid.
I want to be free,
though freedom cannot catch me,
yet I am still me.
Amaris
11/22/17