The hypocrisy and double standards of Bachelor Nation

I grew up watching The Bachelor, Bachelorette and the spin off shows, now Bachelor in Paradise. It’s one of the few reality shows I enjoy watching, besides Survivor, my all time favorite show. I love watching the love story unfold, the personalities coming together to compete for the heart of the man or woman lucky enough to be chosen to find their special person. A large part of my interest is that I like to read people. To read the emotions and feelings they’re projecting and picking my four favorites I believe will make it to the end and then to pick the one I think will ultimately win the heart of the contestant. Am I right? Did my analysis come true?

I’m usually very good at the ‘art of reading people.’ Seeing through their persona to who they really are inside. To be able to see through deception and lies and see the truths behind their eyes. I’m no mind reader, but I can read emotions. Some would call that empathic or an empath, if you believe in all that.  So anyway, I really enjoy watching the show and seeing if I’m right, if I made the right picks and if they get together in the end. Did they get their happily ever after?

The show has recently changed. Did they get new producers? It went from keeping it mostly classy to a lot of trashy with scripted ‘characters’ and producer picks to purposefully spin things up and create drama. The show was fine the way it was. I’m not liking this new direction. I’m not the only one to feel that way. Yes, I understand ratings, but it’s going over the top in spinning things up and it’s feeling more like a soap opera then a reality love story. A little drama can be fun. Better them than me, right? But having to purposefully create a villain with scripted drama in every show is really ruining the original intent of the show. Even the spin off show is different, where prior contestants get together and co-mingle, getting a chance to meet the other contestants to see if they might have a chance at finding love. Now, there are hook ups before they even get together and scripted drama once again, to sway the minds of people and add their own political agenda’s into the mix. Creating cue words to be spoken over and over by the various contestants and leaking into our society through all the fans glued to the show.

I also feel it’s creating dividing lines in our nation of viewers. These scripted dramas put out for all to see with political undertones and ideas that not all viewers are ready to deal with or want. It’s one thing to allow the characters to evolve with everyday life put out for all to see, but it’s a whole other feel with ‘forced narration’ when purposefully spun and set up to create these issues and situations for our nation to debate on social media. One thing I am seeing over and over is the double standards that are alive and well in our society. Bullying is real and still alive and kicking. I also see hypocrisy.

A person’s reputation can be made or broken on this show.  These are real people with real lives and I think sometimes the fans forget about this. The cattiness is real. The pain is real for those who’s reputations are put on the line due to backstabbing and manipulation, lies and ‘drama’. I lost respect for the show, the producers, and several of the cast members after watching this season’s Bachelor in Paradise. Like I said, a little drama is fun, but the downright vicious behavior of some of the leads are absolutely disgusting and disgraceful.

It’s no longer about finding love and relationships but about digging up the most dirt and smearing each other on national TV for all to see and a nation of fans to debate and be divided over. A perfect example is Blake. Blake was one of my favorites as a contestant on The Bachelorette. I rooted for him! He’s sweet and likable, different, but endearing. I know sudden fame can easily get to a persons head. Attention, after possibly lacking it in life, can really be uplifting and exciting and provide opportunities that would otherwise, have never happened. I feel this is what happened to Blake. He’s young, single, living the dream with multiple girls interested and vying for his attention.

Being a simple fan, I can only go off of the information provided, using my inner senses to create the story and understand the situation. He dated one of the ladies from the show. He also chatted with other ladies on social media, hooking up with each other at various get togethers, some producer created and others on his own, just like any of the other contestants.  It’s what they do. Living up their moments in the spotlight and getting together for the parties and obligations as they all do. The relationship with the girl I mentioned, didn’t work out. They parted as friends. Friends with occasional benefits. Again, he’s single, his choice. From what I understand, he had his eyes on one of the future contestants of the, then, upcoming Bachelor in Paradise season. Again, I’m reading that he’s not the only one to start chatting with future contestants to see if they might want to hook up on the show. The other girl he was chatting with, who I call C girl, was very interested in Blake. That seems quite clear to all. She apparently wanted a relationship with him and based on the information provided, he didn’t. He did seem very friendly and chatty with her, as is his right.

There was a get together at ‘stage coach’ where many of the contestants attended a country music festival.  His friend with benefits showed up and they took advantage of their time together. As consenting single adults. Both of their choices. But then C-girl wanted to get together with Blake and apparently he said no. Based on the text messages that came out later, C girl wanted a straight ‘hook up’ no strings attached as implied in the conversation revealed on social media. She said, simply sex. He said, ‘That’s what they all say.” She got an uber to his room after he declined. She chose to show up at his room and she chose to ‘coerce’ him into sex.  Yes, he too had that choice. They both were drinking and drinks lower their inhibitions and shit happens sometimes.  Shit definitely happened this time.  His only mistake, from how I see it, is in not being adement about his no. Let’s put the shoes on another’s feet and flip the situation around. Can you imagine the backlash a man would get if he weaseled his way into a girls room and turned her no into a yes for ‘just sex’? The backlash would be atrocious with many thinking he would be taking advantage of her. But this was a female, rather than a male. Woman’s rights and all….

Again, two single drunkenly consenting adults. It happens. He made a mistake and he told her so. It never should have happened, but it did.  A lot of us have been there. We move on. The issue is that C girl went on national TV and purposely created drama with outright lies and viciousness to smear this guys name. Rather than go on the show to find love and focus on herself, she wasted multiple days spreading rumor and lies, stiring up the drama and making Bachelor nation turn against this guy, ruining his reputation for all to see. Remember, these are real people, and fans can be crazy.  As Hannah B stated on the Bachelorette, a comment I agree with, (but not in reference to Blake), she should have simply, “Stayed in her lane!” Instead she drove all over someone else’s lane, creating drama and spite, ultimately making her look like a desperate drama queen who felt like a woman scorned because most likely, she lied again, when she said, “just sex!”

Knowing how women can be, Blake was very right when he said, “That’s what they all say.” Some women are conniving enough to push themselves into the bed in hopes of keeping a man who has no real interest. A lot of us have been there and can relate but to lie on national TV because her plans didn’t work out for her was wrong on so many levels, it left a bad taste in my mouth and a disdain for the producers who ‘set it up’ for her to smear his name and try and ruin his reputation. I personally, applaud him for releasing the text messages. What else is a man to do? We all know that if he simply denied the accusations, no one would have believed him. I know he didn’t want to smear her name but he really was left with little choice if he wanted to get the backlash off of him and his family. I don’t blame him. I would have done the same. This isn’t small town drama, this is big time.

So the divided nation is up in arms over him sleeping with two different girls two nights in a row.  Remember, one was a friend with benefits, knowing he’s free to do as he pleases as he’s still a single man. The other was told no yet showed up at his door in her drunken state in hopes of pushing him into more than he bargained for. And yet, his eyes were on another, in hopes of winning her heart on Bachelor in Paradise. Oh the webs we weave. I just don’t understand how it’s ok to flat our lie to both Blake and to the nation of viewers but it’s not ok to be a single adult, playing the field, openly, while looking for love. Don’t a lot of them hook up off the show? Pot, meet Kettle.

The saddest thing I think I saw during one of the episodes was C girl throwing herself on Cam, only to get a rose, using him and discarding him the moment another man walked down those stairs. Poor Cam. She should have focused on herself and finding love rather than wasting the first few days bashing Blake. All she was left with to chose from was a Cam, knowing she only wanted a rose when he really wanted so much more. Then she went on to say how excited she was to meet Mike and was chosen for that date, which made me cringe. Poor Mike. The moment Dean walked down those stairs, suddenly, she’s all Dean, goodbye Mike, as she tosses aside another man to get her way with someone else. Apparently, their still together if I read that spoiler right. Funny that it happened to be Christina’s ex, since after all, it was Christina who dated Blake and was friends with benefits. It seems to me she may simply like going after her competitions ex’s. She sure did stir the pot on The Bachelor when sharing the spot like with Hannah.

So now Bachelor nation is divided on Blake with hate still spewing out of the mouths of the fans and I’m just disgusted with the whole thing. Fans are angry he was ‘hooking up’ outside the show, again, something that happens with many of them, and yes, of course, mad about the two girls, two nights apart, a mistake he admitted so let him move on from that. And that leads me to Demi. I have a like/dislike view of Demi. There are moments she’s hilarious and fun to watch and other moments she’s the epitome of mean girls. I don’t like that side of her. Demi is bi. No big deal, her choice. She went on the show to find love like the rest of them, right? Apparently, not so right. She has a girlfriend back home while she ‘figures things out’ and all Bachelor Nation can see is, “Awe, she’s coming out on TV.” The political agenda is strong. I don’t care that she’s coming out on TV, good for her, not the problem. I have a problem with the producers knowing she has a lady back home and allowing her on the show anyway, something that’s not suppose to be allowed, and yet the exception is made to drive home a political point, highly scripted and forced rather than allowing love to just happen.  And yet, no one is seeing a double standard here in regards to the girlfriend back home?

Let’s pretend for a moment that we don’t know who were talking about. Girl meets guy, they are super into each other. She spends a week putting all her eggs into one basket, totally digging the guy and giving him hope. He digs her back. After feelings have been developed, she suddenly confesses to having a ‘boyfriend’ back home that she’s still ‘trying to sort out.’ Bachelor nation would be going wild with the hate about now.

Switch it up. Guy meets girl. He spends all his time with this girl who really digs him. They are invested. He then tells her he has to be honest, that there’s a girl back home he’s been seeing and he’s not sure where his heart is….  Again, Bachelor nation would be up in arms, defending this girl and bashing this guy for even going on the show to begin with. You don’t go on the show to figure out if the person back home is right for you or not. You go there to find love with the contestants on the show!  But no, double standards and all that. Just because it’s a girl she has back home, somehow makes this right? To reiterate, I’m not bashing her for being bi. I’m not bashing her for wanting an open with relationship with multiple people.  If they are consenting, it’s their business, not mine. I have a problem with her going on to begin with. For not being straight up to begin with. For the producers creating a political show, purposely staging the drama to further their views, changing the original intent of the show and breaking their own rules to do so. Anyone else would have been outed. But because of the LGBTQ movement and producers wanting the show to go in a more liberal direction rather than letting it happen on it’s own, they allowed the rules to be broken and this double standard to exist. That’s my issue.

Didn’t Demi out a contestant on the Bachelorette recently for having a girl back home? Pot, meet kettle. Didn’t she vigorously ridicule Blake for having sex with more than one woman in a weekend even though he was open and single? Even more vulgar and classless was the comment she made on social media to another contestant who called out the hypocrisy. She involved his wife. We don’t go there. If you have a problem with someone’s free speech and viewpoint, it’s crossing the line to then viciously comment about the person’s family. I completely lost respect for her at this point. I might enjoy her funny banter with Jordan, but I can no longer look at her as a future lead to the show. She might want to work on that anger issue.

And talk about mean girls, another episode that seriously disgusted me was the airing of ‘mean girls’ when Blake injured his foot. To watch three grown ass adults completely ridicule this man and be ‘happy’ he got hurt, is just so wrong on so many levels. How is this cool? How is ok to see someone really hurting and to laugh and think it’s the funniest thing? I guess empathy is being lost in our new generation. I thought bullying was something we’re trying to speak out about and stop.  But no, due to catty women and notorious gossiping and lies, it somehow makes it right to kick a man when he’s down. Yes, let’s applaud that. Let’s glorify it and make it cool again. SMH. And Tayshia, I really liked you. I did. You lost my respect when you joined ‘mean girls’ for that catty bashing fest. I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong.

The point of the show is meeting people and finding love. To watch people’s love stories unfold and relationships form. The direction has changed and it’s more about catty drama and scripted set ups that leave a bad taste in my mouth. Seems the producers rather make people look bad, highlight bad behavior, and push the drama when these really are, real lives and reputations at stake. I know these people chose to be on TV and put their lives out there for all to see and judge. And yes, a lot of mistakes are made and people grow from them. Sometimes the attention can get to someone’s head and they get lost in the notoriety and attention from the show. It can happen to any of us. We’re human. But never is it ok to purposely lie on national TV to smear a mans reputation. Never is it ok to purposely mock and make fun of a man, especially while he’s ok. It’s never ok to throw stones when you yourself live in a glass house. How can hypocrisy and double standards exist on this level and not get called out? Or if you do, you get bashed for it. As our world is changing and people are advocating more for acceptance and equality and being treated with respect, we need to lead by example. It’s easier to sway someone with honey than it is with vinegar. We need to take a good hard look at ourselves and reevaluate how we judge another. Switch it up. If the shoes were flipped and it’s ok in reversed roles, then maybe we shouldn’t be bashing so much. If those shoes are on the other feet and that behavior would be atrocious, why justify it and glorify it? People really need to think before they speak. They really need to evaluate a situation before they openly judge and chose a side. Remember, there’s also two sides to every situation and somewhere in the middle, is the truth. Allow both sides to speak before jumping to conclusion. You might end up with egg on your face when you realize, the ‘truth’ wasn’t quite how it was relayed.

Bachelor needs to get back to it’s roots, the new direction isn’t enjoyable anymore. Yes, I can simply turn the channel, but like anyone else, I’ll share my thoughts before I do.

 

 

Frustrated Ramblings once again..

I’m tired of dying every day and being uncomfortable in my own skin. Of watching the light fade from my children’s eyes as another mention of “not right now” whispers through their ears and the ensuing frustration and defeat that washes upon their faces… my kids need me now. My hubby needs me now. My mother needs me now. My family needs me now. Tomorrow might not get here and time flies, moments pass, needs go unfulfilled looking for outlets and something to fill the void from avenues best left discarded.

I remember those times. My children are there now and yet I’m here, I see, I know, but I’m not present and I see this being fulfilled while my body falls apart and my mind wants to spiral. To be so dependent on a stinking little pill to wash away the pain and fatigue yet such controversy on something so tiny that gives me life in a way few will understand. No high needed or received, just relief, blessed relief from the torture my body inflicts upon me. Some days, not near enough,  leaving me so despondent, I rather wither away and free my family from the burden I feel I’ve become.

The negative thoughts and heavy weights weighing them down like a chain around their necks in a sinking ship lost at sea. To free them. To free myself. To put an end to the drain on this life and allow healing to begin and forward movement on their own journeys this life will bring. May they never be saddled with these illnesses that grip me so tightly, squeezing the life out of me. It’s the gift that never seems to end. My burden, my cross to bear laid upon the shoulders of my tender children and the guilt that consumes me because of it. My fault.

Lies..

The stars lie. The world lies.. Simply going through the motions, numb. Just numb. What is the point in all of this? To build connections? To try and make the world a better place through all the cruelty and angst surrounding us? To walk the earth alone? Feeling adrift at sea. There’s no real place for me.

It is so hard to keep pushing forward when you feel like you don’t have much to hold onto. Sometimes life is simply too heavy, like being stuck in quicksand with no way out. My stubbornly curious nature being the bane of my existence when I no longer want to be curious anymore but can’t shut that off.

The Fragility of the Toughest Soul

As a Pisces, I relate so much to the conflicting direction of the swimming fish but more so on the deepest levels of the hidden world beneath the depths of the mysterious sea, hidden, unseen and misunderstood. The tug and pull of the world of the living and the world beyond.

It’s not emotional instability so much as the pain induced by such a harsh and bitter environment of the living that surrounds me. The cruel facets of life that keep on taking and taking till there’s simply nothing left to give. The isolation that leaves one feeling adrift at sea with no real direction or guiding spirit to hold my hand through it. I am completely alone, once again. A place I never ever wanted to ever revisit. Yet, here I am. I know myself on the deepest level and it’s not a place I want to be; the fight to keep my head afloat as I drift further out to sea.

There is not one person I’ve been close to that hasn’t hurt me other than my best friend. But she doesn’t live near me anymore. The world is not kind. The universe does not care and the strength it takes to keep on swimming just isn’t always worth it. The hits just never stopped, over and over until the waves drug me under and I drowned, floating further under the surface and finding peace in the deep blue darkness that surrounds me.

I’ve worked hard to make sure my family will be taken care of. Through all the physical disabilities that plagued me, taking away my will to keep fighting and the emotional toll of toxicity that surrounded me, it broke me, nearly severing the tie between the two fish leaving one gasping and losing the ability to breath while the other surrendering to the peace of the other side, yet that tiny spark of life barely surviving with shallow episodic breathes of the remaining fish, keeping me tied to this world. While I wear my mask and smile and keep pushing forward, wondering if life will ever take me in a different direction and revive the broken fish drowning in the darkness, feeling the pull of the other, further into the abyss.

To have my last wish actually fulfilled in this life, means so much to me. (My secret to hold). Yet, at the same time, a bitter pill. To feel what I’ve longed for my entire life yet only receiving a taste, leaving me in a state of wanting it more than anything else I’ve ever wanted beyond the desire to be a mother. The cruelty of life showing its ugly head once again and I’m not sure if its made me feel a little more bitter or I should just take the win and allow myself to finish the mission I set out to do originally. It was like breathing a little life back into the dying fish, giving me a push to keep on fighting to reach for the surface while also taking my breath away with the pull being that much harder to fight during periods of uncertainty. The conflicting emotions and pulls just like the Pisces sign, all too much the truth in my soul.

Trust is so hard for me. Life has ripped that ability from me over and over until I withdrew and retreated into the caverns of the hardest crevasse deep below. My intuition telling me one thing while my heart, once again, telling me something different. It doesn’t matter how tough my soul is, I’m as fragile as they come, so easily wounded and crushed while I hide behind that smile as if life is fine and I’ll be alright in the end yet the pull so strong to simply surrender. It takes a lot to completely break a Pisces, we’re so pliable and adaptable, but the universe pulls it’s strings, orchestrating the betrayals and smashing me down in an endless cycle of ruthlessness. When does it end? When is it my turn to be free, to exist with simplicity and love and peace?

I can’t do this. I want to. I don’t want that last tether to be snapped but the thread is so bare, so thin and frayed. Self made stupidity in my early years and my extreme sensitivity and giving nature taken advantage of so many times by toxic people who seem to be drawn to my empathetic and nurturing side only to simply take to their advantage then shove me aside and emotionally destroy me.

Where are others like me? Why do I only find those who take or those who give but full of negativity that eats away at me? Why, when I find a single soul who shows me they do exist, they also hide behind their tough shell, keeping me at arms length instead of allowing the world to explode into something beautiful? Or is that also a lie? The waves are crashing down around me and I long for still waters.

There is so much to do to be free. My energy hasn’t returned to me yet. My fatigue is still strong and I’m impatient and restless to put this all behind me but the wait and time it takes is pure torture with no one to hold me through it and share their strength with me. The energy and motivation I found in those few moments was striking. It allowed me to see how much stress affects me and how much peace and happiness would fuel me. But it was a taste and I want a full meal. I need that energy like I need the air to breath. Now that I’ve had that taste, nothing is the same. It’s flipped my world on its head and shown me something I’ve missed all these years, something I didn’t know existed. Something I didn’t know I needed. Its changed me in those short encounters and yet the pull still remains as the pain of it is just as excruciating, knowing what I want and too afraid to face the loss or rejection I’m expecting. Life doesn’t give me lemonade, it gives me lemons. I’ve been shit on since conception so why would things change now? It doesn’t matter how much I grow or understand or know myself, feeling grounded in that sense but knowing how sinister and cold the world is and how much it seems to stand against me. Why fight? Why does it have to be this fucking hard?

Surrounding myself in my music, shutting out the world and hiding away, so many years lost and behind me and I just can’t figure out if it’s worth continuing. I can’t even handle to see the entire ocean in front of me! Only the surface right before me. This push and pull of emotions is daunting and draining. Like the hot and cold relationship that teases me, leaving me a little bitter yet the pull so strong, it’s like a drug. Showing me glimpses of what I’ve always longed for deep in my soul finally revealing itself at the surface and the overpowering fear of losing what little I’ve tasted. Fighting my self sabotaging nature out of fear of losing it in the end. Don’t show my cards, show my cards. Play the game, I’m don’t like playing the game. Stay locked up tight, be vulnerable. Trust, distrust.

The emotional numbness that has enclosed me like a garment the last five years, slipping. He broke through that part of me and I don’t understand that. Little pieces slipping out and feeling again for the first time, like a an iceberg starting to melt and drip into the seas until it freezes up again. Waiting for the emotional dam to break and I know it’s coming. That scares the hell out of me but I feel it on the cusp of my soul, bits and pieces showing up when I don’t want them to. Yet when I feel moments coming and I slip away to allow the emotions to flow through me where I feel safest, I lock up again and can’t get that emotional release I’ve needed for so long. I don’t understand why. I just want to release it all and be done with it so I can either move forward or not but the dam is so strong and tough. I just don’t want it to happen when I’m not prepared or ready for it, but it’s coming… Will it be refreshing and restore me or will it be my end and completely destroy what’s left of me? Looking back, it’s a lifetime of pain locked up so deep inside, buried beyond the realms that I thought were processed and dealt with but simply compartmentalized, boxed up and set aside on a shelf that’s been worn through by time, ready to collapse and destroy all the work I did to contain them.

I have no safe place. I have no safety net. No arms to hold me and keep me safe, to help me through my struggles and lift me up. I never have. I thought God was my rock and kept me bound and in place but after all the hell that I keep enduring, it made me question His very existence, the core of me, what grounded me, yet what seemingly feels like what betrayed me. Never giving more than one can bear but turns out that was a made up saying and for what? I’ve been given more than I can bear for way too long and no one to help me carry that burden so where is He? Where are the angels that are supposed to guide me? I know there is an entity out there, I’ve felt it, I’ve seen it and I’ve been saved by it as a child but abandoned by it as an adult. Where are they now? Where have they been? Why would they allow someone as compassionate and caring and loving as I am to become such a hollow shell? Will it all be worth it in the end? Or will I just fucking end it already, too tired, broken and drained to find out? Why is my curiosity so fucking strong?? My will so excruciatingly valiant? Yet that opposing nature ever whispering to let go and simply be at peace once and for all. Why is life so fucking hard?

The Beckoning of Death

The still waters beckoning below.

Feeling so lost, nowhere else to go.

Alone on this earth, so misunderstood.

The darkness below, I feel like I should.

The battle rages deep in my soul

This life has certainly taken its toll.

Ripped out my heart, paralyzing my mind.

Leaving me numb, too stressed to unwind.

Holding on to the reins, feeling its call.

Simply let go, free from it all.

Drinking the Absinthe, like a bitter pill.

Wishing my heart would simply be still.

The whispering winds, calling my name.

So broken inside. I’m not the same.

The pull so strong, a mystery awaits.

Damn this earth, damn the fates.

DM 11/7/23

Random escape of thought..

I want to feel safe. I want to feel protected. I want to feel the complete trust and faith that comes with a strong relationship. Knowing your ship is unshakable… until one day, it shakes. I’m tired of getting burned by life. I’m tired of feeling like I’ve burned one who was so important to me but he forgot and lost his focus and I became the broken record he learned to tune out…. time forever standing still until it became the rat wheel with no escape and the whole thing broke. I broke. And then I broke the fucking rat wheel.

I had to do what I needed to do to save my own life. Otherwise, I had no hope and it wasn’t going to end well. Rather do something drastic and have hope than to do absolutely nothing while waiting on things to change and get better…. lol. no.

I just find myself struggling in a sea of wishy washy creatures who no longer know themselves, know what they want, or are too scared to try. Or is this all a game to everyone? I have trust issues. The world has made me that way. That makes it hard enough. Trust is hard to grow but so damn easy to break and I place a lot of value on it. Where are people’s morals and values? Where is their compassion? Maybe one day I’ll get the answers to those questions or maybe I’ll just feel the breeze on my cheeks as my hair whips behind me and my echo screams around the landscape that surrounds me…. one day.

DM 9/26/23

Fragility

It doesn’t take much to knock over the domino’s. One tiny little wrong move and all the tiles are knocked over and all that hard work down the drain. Broken, fragile, despair, hopeless…

I’ve been cursed. Hexed. A little voodoo doll being poked all over, one thing after another over and over while they wait for me to break… completely… done… over… the end. Whisk me away to far away lands… I’m broken and there may be no fixing me. No help, no end in sight, drowning in my daydreams that will likely never take place, an escape, a delusion, an illusion…

I am done. I am just done. How many more times can I be kicked while I’m already down? I’m done already. Just that last breath. I’m done. They won, I don’t care, what is left? There’s not much left, a tiny little breath within that is just waiting for it’s last. The world is too much for me and there is no justice, no fairness, no logic, no village… no money to get me where I need to be, no escape, no rest, no…

The Invisible Dead

Invisible rapid tears cascading down

leaving trails of glistening carnage within

The smile no longer masking upon my face

Dead eyes staring out, life, I can’t win

As I’m crippled with inaction that I can’t surpass

Time speeding by, never a free pass..

The world ends all around me, or so it seems…

When it’s my own life that stopped, some distant dreams.

Do I fade away, away in the night?

Or do I end the suffering, remove my light?

Back and forth my mind does toil

Why can’t I live? All attempts, I soil..

Emotionally numb,

Stuck in a rut

Continuing on

All for what?

THAT Call….

Waiting for the shoe to drop

Waiting for my life to stop

That moment when the call drops

I’ve tried everything, it flops.

Everything I do

It’s always been for you

There is no me, who?

Your heart is mine, too.

Backed up against a wall

Waiting for the fall

Can’t take much at all

Waiting for that call.

Everyone be flexing

I’m over here, stop hexing

People live their lives texting

It’s all about the sexting

I just want to save you

But you have a different view

I’m stuck not knowing what to do

I know you can feel it too.

Backed up against a wall

Waiting for the fall

Can’t take much at all

Waiting for that call.

Waiting for that phone to ring

Leaving me with all your bling

To everyone, it’s not a thing

But to me it’s my biggest sting

You started from a little seed

To all grown up, smoking weed

So much difficulty just to feed

I only wish that I could lead

But in the end, we all bleed…

My heart, my soul, I wish I could fix it all..

DM 3/7/23 (10min)