Sad Again

I think I’m too good

to be held by people

and think I’m too good

to not be held by people.

I am aggressive up front

on purpose, because I need a wall

to separate me from people.

Especially since my wall of vagueness

in poetry has been broken down.

I am not worthy of connection,

because I don’t know how to do it anymore.

It is not the people and their demons

- it is me and mine -

It is the isolation, the distance, the terror

of being seen and of not being seen.

In most of my silent moments,

I am made of sadness.

By Bri wATTS