The American Way

absent.
hollow.
mundane.
running on eggshells barefoot in the snow

tragic.
you swallow her pain.
escaping the judgement you wish not to know.

Why does the ringing get louder?
The tingling inside you
cant hide through the shower
of droplets that fall,
and succum to the power,
of your nervous , crackling, indecisive surrender.

Anxiety wears little disguise.
Sometimes a smile
so awkward you cry.
Sometimes it feels like a bright neon sign
is glued to your for-head
that says, "this is mine!"

Under the scope of your soul
lie the limits of what you wont cross.
Hiding in shame is unjustly predicted,
expected,
inspected,
tricked to have confessed it.

but wait,..
To what , is the crime?
Who paid  to have made
hard life cling tight
to every minute, of every day, from the dawns bright warning
to the dark ,cold night , among others starving?

If the shoe fits, wear it.
You wont say ,"no".
Choices cost dollars and dollars say so.
If your mind is distressed , you simply must wait,
for your number in line to just wither away-

for the arrangement you signed to expire today.
The obituary section doesn't mention your name.

In so many years , not much has changed.
This, they call, the American way.