If i was.
Just like
you say,
i am.
Surely then.
I wouldn’t
be able,
to function,
everyday.

If i was.
Just like
you say,
i am.
With such
behaviours
and so out
of control.
Living life,
in a mental haze.

Surely then.
All my life’s
communications.
Would just,
fade away.

And yet,
you still,
act viciously.
Attacking with,
so much aggression.
So verbally.
Until,
the anxiety
in me.
Soon rises.
As your
so called
“Helpfulness.”
Makes
my hands,
both shake.

And yet,
you stand there,
on my doorstep.
With an intention,
to upset.

To upset me,
by creating
much commotion
This you love,
to do.
Because,
emotional control,
i won’t except,
from anyone, okay.

So with these
continued,
attacks of verbal.
On how,
i live and breathe,
in life.

You never
ask me,
how i am.
As that’s
not within,
your natural plan.

Instead,
you just
stand there.
Stand there,
and slag me off.
Your vibe begins,
to kill again.
As you get,
into your car.

You look
a bit confused,
my dear.
I’m not
not smiling here,
with glee.
Maybe,
it’s to do with.
Your spreading,
so much venom,
over me.

You say…
I’m so much,
in denial.
With how
these behaviours,
have got, me.
You say,
that you
can fix me.
By ringing,
“the crisis team.”

You say,
how so concerned,
you are.
About my crazy life!
About all my
strange behaviours
and yet.
I live, a quiet life.

In your eyes,
i’m in denial.
Completely,
off the rails.
But, i’m not
broken.
Dear one.
So you,
don’t need
to mend.
My sails.

So this person,
your descrbing.
Could be,
your very self.

As i live,
a calm
and quite life.
I am happy,
in myself.

We are all
made up
of flaws,
my dear.
Like you,
i have
emotions,
here, inside.

And yet,
those stones
you still,
keep throwing.
So, is it
attention,
that You seek?

So today,
your aim,
again.
Was to cause,
destress to me.

Are you aiming
for a Guinness Record.
As that’s,
now twice,
in just,
four weeks.

My advice
to you,
is simply this.
Don’t break,
what isn’t
broken.

As i’m not,
your project.
I’m a human being,
a real person.
Not any dummy,
to control.

You say,
i’m in denial.
But it’s you,
that’s saying that.

These behaviours,
that you speak of.
Is like a person,
whose on crack!

How did
you arrive,
at this conclusion.

Is this all
because,
i told you No.

As i chose
not to have
that stalking
app.
The one,
that you wanted
your phone,
to track.

So you
imply,
that i am broken.
That my neuros
are so dim.

But that’s,
not the case.
Dear one.
As my heart,
will always sing.

Our lives,
are like a mirror.
A reflection,
of all things.

Living, breathing,
talking, seeing. ...