Compliance

My words escape me

I show up

Because I must

What is expected

Is known

even if I don't comply

My joyful gratitude

is often laced

with my angry confusion.

I go with the flow

Naturally

But question if that is right

with a constant cadence

Creating worry is easy

But not wanted

Yet it flows forth intentionally

I fight my own nature

as if to say

being me must be too easy