“REALISTICALLY-SPEAKING”

I’m not arrogant

I’ve been adjusted to being alone

solving problems on my own

afraid to be (too) dependent

the moment I start asking

for your assistance

 

I know my pride’s still bigger

than my common sense

I know my walls have already been torn down

Now they’re just debris on the ground

 

Maybe I need to change

some of my old habits

They might make you cringe

I’m still learning to admit

some do need rearranged

 

Maybe I’m still a cold cynic

somewhere deep down inside

Can you see I’m afraid

to let myself get weak?

This transformation leaves me feeling weird

 

Realistically-speaking,

my hands are still trembling

trying to reach out

to where you are

despite the ghosts of doubts

 

What’s happening to me?

Where’s the girl I used to be?

I’m half-expecting you to choose

either “fight or flight”

if my flaws turn out to be

nothing but a frightening sight

 

R.

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