Lost In Translation
For all who feel misunderstood.
To offend you was never my initial intention.
Hectic mind, rapid thoughts. I prefer not to mention.
Upon your approach, chest and breathing constricted.
Here in the moment but somewhat restricted.
I’m minding my p’s and my q’ and my tone.
Hard to believe, I’m afraid that you’ll phone.
My thoughts; cars ablaze career round the track.
Open my mouth, want choke the words back.
It’s not you it is me; the focus is scattered.
In memory of all the dreams I have shattered.
Distracted by competing sounds that I hear.
On the face a fake smile; heart sprinting with fear.
Do you view me as lesser; inferior to you?
Mannequinn socialite, but do you see through?
Do you see there’s a difference, a hierachy?
Am I safe and secure; allowed to be me?
Do I don the defense or allow you inside?
Once the walls deconstruct there is nowhere to hide.
This world is not mine and I must wear mask.
Longing eternally; frightened to ask.
And I crave the connection, at least just to last.
Haunted by terrors; revolving the past.
Relating feels like an intrepid migration
And my words seem perpetually lost in translation.
L.J. Hallas © 18/06/24
