It’s Okay

You’re not supposed to see me clearly.

You’re not supposed to understand.

You’re not supposed to follow

these rambling thoughts

that rarely seem to match

the words my mouth is making.

It’s okay.

You’re not supposed to get it.

You should feel relief that you don’t.

Confusion is born of darkness,

and it’s darkness that I know best.

Mostly because, I am it.

Better off left alone, the most likely to be ignored;

a nuisance on your doorstep

allowed to enter

so no one has to say

the ugly truth out loud;

that I’m just too pitiful to turn away

or leave out in the rain.

I guess if I was harmless, it wouldn’t be so bad.

But there’s a toxic nature that lives in me,

that the ideal is trained to see

and in the end I’m just too much,

because darkness

is not what’s valued

but instead, what is feared.

By now I know the role I play

as the potential trick and trap,

and once you get to know me,

you won’t help yourself from asking,

now how do I get away?