but i choose to.

i’m not baffled
by the noise of the traffic
i’m not fazed
by the silence in my mind

i’m not rattled
by the pandemonium you thrive on
i’m not dazzled
by the sheen of your skin

i cannot belittle
your efforts to survive
i cannot disparage
your attempts to keep moving

i cannot be flustered
by your whimsical caprice
i cannot be ruffled
by your impetuous impulse

but i choose to.

your thoughts, your words
your lies, your cusses
your headlong ruse
and your blithering incuses

your kinks, your passions
your notions, your urges
your fickle idiosyncrasies
as your eccentricity converges -

i sit here unshaken
as still as a rock
unwavering, as i am -
as you prevalently mock
as you skew, as you hurt
as you spew, as your blurt
as you recklessly slew
as your seamlessly avert -

from my periphery -
i continue to hold on
as you assert that I must
from your sight begone

i shouldn’t have to break,
but i choose to.

so, i hope you see what you are.
and, i hope you see what this is.

©brahmandjetr