In a way
That weighs,
I’m in the way.
Encroaching on space
Of others.
I consider my place.
I’m mindful of others.
But I’m often not what they want.
Expectations of me.
Some i can’t see.
Some others, i disagree (with).
So, what should I do,
But fight-through these things,
And Stand-for what i am about?
Just being here, or just walking by you, can insight the deepest of fear. I can cause you to flee; your reaction to me. You may listen, but my truth you can’t hear.
NOT FOR RANT 