Telling me what to do.
Shouting at what I should do, what I want to do,
what I might do.
Whispering what I should be, who I should be,
how I should be.
Chastising me, whining at me, marching me forward.
Drill sergeant voices
God voices.
Loud, shrill,
yelling in my ears,
Pounding on my eyes,
hammering in my brain.
Grinding my teeth,
forcing smiles from my lips,
and shoving words out of my mouth.
No wonder I have so many headaches.
Uh oh. One of those voices must be mine. What can I do so that you will be able top recognize my voice? I don't want to be a drill sergeant's voice. And I don't want to tell you what to do...
ReplyDeleteYou silly man! You inspired the post with your email from yesterday: "I love it when you ask easy questions. Stay the fuck at home."
ReplyDeleteStill waiting to hear why that was such an easy question. I love you!