Frustrations have been beckoning at my door.
The floating, negative energy swirls full in my belly,
it calls for something else to prey on,
Am I not enough for its appetite?
Does this feeling need to engulf every part of me,
washing me, wading through me, the feeling that I have
never desired to seek?
But then, I take a step back.
I stop pursuing that which is causing me to feel… less,
useless, even though the feeling, causation, is unintended
I am feeling managed,
time-poor by choice, that behaviour does not suit me,
I cannot help how I’m feeling,
but it’s somewhat unappreciated.
There may be recoil from my words,
there may be consequences,
but I must speak my emotions,
let them loose,
I’m no longer crying them aloud,
I simply want an acknowledgement and changed behaviour,
that which shows a permanent change of tune.
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