Why Can't I Be You? (August 16, 2012)

Why

Do I have

This need to be

Perfect?

Knowing

No one is.

Yet

It exists.

As

Echoes of my past

Keep resurfacing

In the present.

Haunting

Everything

I do.

A simple task

Like accepting

Or giving a hug

Is a traumatic experience.

As waves of anxiety

Flood my body.

Forcing friends

Or love ones away

Hurting them

By doing so.

While

My face lights up

Like a deer caught

In the headlights.

As my frustration

And anger build up

Internally.

Over my reaction

To their offer

Of support and love.

With each rejection

A part of my soul

Dies.

Therisa © 2012

Author's note: Another poem from my poetic morgue.