Non-Fictioned

Me?
Oh...
I was born with lots to say!
Poetically.
And any other way.

Sitting back in acceptance...
Has never been my forté.
Living in self deception,
Has not for me been okay!

Questions I ask,
I expect to have answered.
And if what I hear,
Does not please...
I do not rely on rumors,
Or gossip to appease me.

I've been ignored on many occasions.
Only to accept these actions,
As a kind of invitation!
And I become extremely impatient,
With those who hesitate...
In a hushed anticipation!
Awaiting to be spoon fed,
Some resemblance of truth.
To represent a hint of superficial ideals...
They choose to keep pursued.

Me?
Oh...
I was born with lots to say!
Poetically.
And any other way.

And those who feel betrayed,
By the events occurring in their lives today...
From them I have a need to walk away!
Knowing they wish to keep their pretensions intact.
Whether or not they live lives fictionalized,
Or based on fact.
I rather keep my own life lived non-fictioned.
With a reality welcomed I find attractive.
And my mind and heart authorizes...
The motivating information I then enact.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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