�Vicious Circle Of Friends�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

What’s the point in pretending
Agreeing with everything they said
I wasn’t aware of what I was doing until they had gone
At four in the morning going over and over in my sleepless mind
Then I suddenly realised that I had been pretending and agreeing with everything they said

Why didn’t I speak up for my own ideas
And expose the brain that I know I have
I just let them talk over me and sniff at my barely heard words
I felt so s**t that I let them do it
But I know the brain that I have…
That’s why I didn’t speak up for my own ideas

Afraid of looking stupid and not finishing my sentences
I said ‘so’ and ‘like’ too many times
They are too clever with an endless selection of successful eloquence
They stare as I fumble for something that would even make sense to anyone
And all I said was ‘so’ and ‘like’ too many times
I’m afraid that I looked stupid and that I cannot finish my sentences

Here we go again-
The doorbell rings
And my heart sinks…
My heart sinks
The doorbell rings-
Here we go again.