"Fright"

by Lianne Olive Hennig

Oh God, what have I done -
Given too freely in communication…
What happened to the sense of fun?
How did I get into such a situation?
Why is it when minds touch oh so closely
That people expect more than what
I give to them, verbosely?

How is it that minds alone cannot suffice?
Why cannot acquaintances stay “nice?”
Why do people pressure me to give?
Why can’t I be allowed to live -
As an open being in my mind and soul
Without sexuality seeming to be my goal?

Why do people want to drain my life?
How do I get into such predicament and strife?
Why do people want to take from me
To make up the Whole that they aspire to be?
Why can’t they find it in themselves?
Can’t they see I’m satisfied, just
Watching from the shelves?

Help! I’m frightened in my wits!
Please, you’ve shaken me to bits…
Take of me only what I’m prepared to give.
Give me space to breathe and time to live.
Don’t suck my blood and drain me of my mind!
If you’re expecting more, then you are blind
To the reality that is me.

Can’t you see I want only to be free?
Touch me only when I first touch you.
Really, I want only to be true…