Your Self Hangs Over Me (old poem by me)

I am forever living in the shadow of who I could be

I'd like to be a bed of rocks sunken under a stream

Where less is expected of me

But I know this low flow 

of words trickling, how it seems 

To you it’s just the same

Bake me into senseless, show me not to see

You want me to become a sack of nothing 

So you can seem more free

Manipulated into motionless, scalloped on my every grain

By your lack of reinforcement

I know how to behave 

For your thoughts unwanted

Use me as your scribble page

I’ll store all new findings until I can throw them away 

The way you talk is ignorant 

The way you breathe releases fleas

I’m itchy just being near you; your self hangs over me