A Letter to the Mass

There it goes again.

The constant push and pull of wanting to be part of a community, but at the same time wanting to be far away from it.

I will live to help and be there. But in order to do that, I have to be distant. And still, somehow, I want to keep in touch with everyone.

Here is a poem I wrote a few years back.

A Letter to the Mass

It’s like we’re crabs in a barrel.

If you truly want me to succeed, you need to let me go.

You support me only when you know it will benefit you. It took me forever to realize that, but I’m through.

I love you, and you know I do. But I cannot continue to prolong the pain you put me through.

My mental, my life, my overall wellbeing, I let you take control. I hushed the voice I once called my own.

I never had a say. Never had my own desire.

The life I live weighs on me. It makes me tired.

All the “congratulations” and “I’m so proud of you” are starting to become background noise.

How can I be happy when the things I do do not bring me joy?

I lay in bed each night and have mental fights.

“Are you happy?”

Not me. You.

Are you satisfied with the title I chose for you?

Will it bring recognition to you? Wealth? Stability?

It will give you all these advantages, benefits, and things.

However, what it won’t bring…

is me.

Written late at 1:04AM, with this playing.

Reaching - Durand Bernarr 

At Your Best,

-Khronicles