Where is the respect?
Where is the trust in me?

Spreading doubt about
what I can do,
judging my competency,
as if I have no substance,
no voice,
no thought at all.

There it is cold from those I love:
eating away at my reserve
of dignity, like a cancer
of words that just grows
and grows, even until death.

Are my feelings given guttural,
given with authenticity, less
important than
your petty plans and expectations?
Is this just your mountain of self-interest
with no thought for me at all?

I have no more to say but
silence, and keeping the
companionship of my soul.

I have no more words, for
the gritty edge of your resentment
has found its way into my throat.

You all who cursed me with
your kind intentions do not
deserve my explanations,
no, nothing,
nothing of my thinking,
my feelings,
for you have severed trust
like a guillotine,
beheaded I am,
and there is no more,
no more, for now, now, in
quietness,
I remain for myself.

 

24/10/2026