Dear Drama,
why am i allowing you to catch me, cast me, act me out?
spin me around and under?
why is my head thick with your spins and turns and twenty parts?
life is simple, i am simple and you over complicate and dramatise me
trumatise me...
i think people need to be accountable
why do I think that?
is it reasonable of me to think that?
I want to watch you dance your dance and sit this out
i am too dizzy and sick of your steps
my toes are saw
i don't want to follow your trips to the floor
please drama,
i didn't ask you to grab my hand and pull me onto this dance floor
I know I am a wall flower
waiting for the music that moves me
i prefer invitations
and reservations
wanting to love you any way all ways