I’m Not You

It’s tired, that thing that you do.
Where you expect me to be just like you.
But maybe I think differently,
and maybe I feel compassionately,
my heart on my sleeve.
Why do you think I need to react indifferently,
like the way that you do?
I’m not you.

I’m tired of wandering through.
I cannot be who you expect me to be,
feeling nothing with negativity,
constantly happy.
Why do you expect me to be anything other than me,
living a life that’s untrue?
I’m not you.

You sit and act like you already knew.
That I would just bend the same as you,
and react with anger so diligently,
when I’m just me.
How can you say these things so cold-heartedly?
Honey, that is not me.
That’s you being you.

My name is Angie, and I live in Iowa. I am an avid writer, who hopes to have my own book published one day. I will graduate from the University of Iowa in the Fall of 2019 with my bachelor’s degree in communications and writing. Here is a poem I wrote a few days ago and would be honored to have it featured on your blog. The link to my WordPress is https://asewalson.com/ Thank you!

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