Suppose I'm Stupid
(I think I posted this a few months ago. I can't find it now; not sure what happened to it but it's certainly not in here. Anyway, I think it needs saying again. Can't have my emotions lost and forgotten, can I, now?!)
Is there any reason to call me 'stupid'?
Just because I find it more difficult
Than you
To say what I mean.
Just because I find it more complicated
Than you
To express myself so as you'd understand.
Just because I find it impossible
To support myself and communicate
Simultaneously.
If I'm angry
I walk away.
That is how I control myself,
How I restrain myself
From hurting you.
Won't you appreciate
That when I am dismal,
Unresponsive,
I am trying to be strong?
I shouldn't.
Emotions are so valuable.
If I trap my emotions
In a black box,
A vacuum of oblivion,
Where nobody can see them,
Where I can pretend they are not there,
Then I am killing myself.
I become a robot,
Mechanical.
But I cannot pretend the feelings do not exist.
They are there, in their box, in their cage -
Trapped,
But not non-existent.
Nor can you
Suppose
That because I do not smile
I am not happy.
Nor can you
Suppose
That because I do not speak
I am dumb.
Nor can you
Suppose
That because I do not react
I am stupid.

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