Of Other people.
Who don’t understand
Who don’t think
Who don’t act
Who don’t tolerate
Who don’t change
Who don’t take the first step.
These other people are the ones who suffocate me
Who restrict what I can do & not do
Who restrict who I can be & not be
Who force me to be like them
To fit in.
These other people..
They are the source of my troubles
They are the source of my world’s troubles.
My World, of Other People.
Wait a minute..
That girl next-door?
What is her world?
Her world, of other people.
Doesn’t she feel the same?
Doesn’t she wait for her other people to change?
To take the first step?
Doesn’t she wait for one woman of her other people to stand up and stand out?
And laugh and cry and whistle and jump and run and sleep with abandon?
And her Other people..
That includes me!
Is she waiting for me to take the first step?
Am I guilty of keeping her waiting forever?
All inside my head.
Outside, they are all simply nurturing their own world..
Of other people – inside their heads.
From other people.
Funny world, eh?