I can’t be this environment.

I can’t
be this environment
I can’t
take off my skin
and let the soul be free
to meet its place
above in paradise
or below in an eternity of torture
I can’t be
just another name
to be praised
I’m not
I’ve never been
the kindness person
the prettiest person
the perfect person
I’m not
I haven’t been
and I won’t be
I’m not troubled by that thought
just grounded by debt
and the need to pay it
buried within my art
knowing it isn’t
and my words
they’re just not quite
I’m just this
a person
with a brain filled of words
trying to form a unique thought
and slipping within a fear
that I cannot
I try
creating something new
right now
I can’t
I try
I can’t be this environment
and yet I am
it’s poisoning
all the policies
just let us all be nice
polite kind
and even that feels worthless
because whom determines
kindness?
Not me
I know that
I am not
a voice of interest
I am just a person
lost within it all.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina