The pointless effort

Amidst something foreign

I long to ignore him

Yet here I am

A childish feeling

Yet here I am

I'm not one for kneeling

and here I stand

I'll never be what he wants

Yet here I am

He isn't all I want

Yet here I am

I'm swimming in maybe's

Yet here I am

The tricks exchanged daily

Yet here I am

I lie on the pavement

An act of enslavement

Yet here I am

Oh how I wish you'd prove me wrong

I'll be here till the feeling is gone

-S

It doesn't matter to me how this came out, what matters is that it did come out. I won't be dissecting the type of poem it is or if it is grammatically correct. It is in me, it is on here, it is my words, they are clear. take what you will, leave the negative because this is imperfect, unsettling, confused, content, me.