Christmas on a Plane

I feel :





lied to,



as though someone shined a light

on the alternate reality I am living in,

showing me

the ones I love most,

care for deeply,

trusted with my all,

could not do the simple things I asked of them –

respect me,

see the importance of my safety,

understand why your actions

tear away at my mental health,

listen to me.

Why is it

I am only heard,

taken seriously,

when my actions are dangerously strong

at the cost of our communication?

I guess this is why

I am spending Christmas

on a plane


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