what is inside

when i shared with you my anger,
you diffused it with your humor,
with your wit and with your levity,
you took away the power
that i needed
to bring change.

when i shared my disappointment,
you mitigated past it,
rationalized through it,
and robbed me of the pretext
that i needed
to evolve.

when i shared where i was hurting,
you started in to heal it,
with your psychic salves & tonics,
smothering the pain
that i needed
to be real.

so now i will not tell you
when i'm hurting,
when i sorrow,
when my anger grows inside me
like a cancer in my soul.
because i need my anguish,
my distress,
and tribulation.
i am not always happy,
and you cannot make it so.



(orig pub 27 sept 2007)