I have taken to living life in a way
that can only be described as overly compromising.
Thought I learned earl that compromising was key
to easy going discussions, easy going relationships…
an easy-going me.
I was partially right, honestly -
because compromising was like a drug
and I would consistently O.D.
While it would make me feel good initially,
people would notice that I was losing myself
So what once was key transformed to a lock
because who I am was trapped inside of me,
for the sake of getting along and seeing no wrong and
letting everyone else be a little more free.
But what about me?
Stashed away so long with invisible chains on,
humming slave songs so recognizably -
I don’t ven recognize myself when I visit.
And self’s health is takng a turn for the worst,
while I walk the streets helping someone like themselves…
and hopefully, like me.
The same me who isn’t free to be
Who I really am, vying for what I really want
All in the name of trying to help and fit in society.
That ends today. I am turning this key
and setting myself free.
I compromise. For me.