There’s no Proof Here
Stop asking
When someone
unaware
drunk on indignation
says
“anxiety
like a raincoat
is just an outfit
worn by the 'weak'
worn to avoid the rain
when the cloud of life
heavy with demands
pours out heavy drops”
i'm not angry
i don't want to sway in
wearing the garment of defense
or take sips
from the wine of indignation
i'm just indifferent
glad they don't see it as i do
a disease cooked in the darkest
the darkest corner of hell
a punishment
for the days I dared to laugh
an exchange
for the days I saw the insides of joy
so
my greatest concern isn't proving
proving this lack of control doesn't exist
my greatest concern
is living through this
so
don't search for proof
there are no receipts
from this store for the ‘weak’
there are no footprints here
just my hands
holding fast
to this pole for survival
sometimes i’m surprised
shocked at their confidence
speaking about something
they have no idea about
