you’re not good enough.
It echoes and I lingering there.
I believe it every time
I force the silence.
Someone else is doing it better
is well spoken
can handle the outcome.
Let’s stand up, away from the people
shouting at us to come back down
to their level. To stoop, to lower.
Instead I want to scream and run
spend time outside in the rain
catching colds and minnows.
and wishing on a shooting star.
not allowed to cry.
not allowed to speak.
not allowed to feel or keep or weep.