I Never Ask

that’s the thing about me,

i never ask for an explanation. 

if you cut me off right here right now, 

good for you and your reputation. 

see i’ve had friends who fell short to my expectations,

and yet they turned their faces whenever i tried communication. 

but that’s okay,

because i never ask for an explanation anyway. 

i never ask for love,

but that’s only because i tend push and i tend shove.

i use weapons intended to shield in this world against love,

because the only real kind i need is beyond and above.

so it’s okay if you don’t love me,

i never asked for it to consume all that i can be. 

and surely i never ask for any compliments, 

but people just like to feed off of supplements. 

repeated words have lost their meaning,

what was once considered nice is now demeaning.

and i’ve heard the word “beautiful” one too many times from the same person,

seriously bro come up with a better and clever version.

please don’t call me beautiful,

it’s totally fine.

in fact i'll let others outdo my shine.

and you clearly won’t see me asking for trust,

because i myself am made unjust.

i don’t even trust myself,

let alone how could i ever turn someone’s story to dust. 

so please don’t rely on me trust and tell,

your take might not end up so well,

if it’s left to my mouth to spell.

and never have i ever asked for respect, 

i know you would give me the most of that effect.

and if you choose not accept me or my long list of boundaries,

just know that i can’t handle that kind of disservice that one carries.

always going off about high self-esteem, 

sometimes all you seem to do to me is silently scream. 

well that’s me.

i don’t ask for much of anything really. 

not kindness nor hostility.

not anger, not hate.  

i say come as you are,

i could care less if you leave me with a permanent scar.