Rugged

Let me fall in love with my despair,

I don’t want to answer anyone anymore.

Yes I am miffed; yes I am crestfallen,

My soul is hurt inside me because.

I never asked you to love the good of me,

& you don’t have the rights to hate the bad of me.

Because of the people I had, I lost the most of me,

The remaining is now going to guard the rest of me.

You may choose not to read my words,

They might hurt you but they define me.

Don’t try to push me, to know me,

I am cragged, I am too contagious.

I write, I express, I cry and I will because I feel,

Don’t look for answers; it’s a question, not me.