2004-10-07 - 9:51 a.m.
How can I be a writer
if I'm not allowed to feel?
Smiling mask plastered 'cross my face to prevent discomfort,
counteract hyper-sensitivity
or insecurity.
Suddenly, I'm too old for anger
or irritability.
Too old to react at all.
No access to true expression.
"Yes, you can have your own opinion
as long as it is pleasing
to everyone else."
So, I swallow my reality,
a heaping spoonful of peanut butter.
Difficult,
but necessary,
if I am ever
to speak
again.
