Interrupted

I'm getting pretty tired of getting interrupted

Getting cut off like my notions aren't worth anyone's time.

Hushed because your theory is more entitled than my contemplation.

I'm pretty tired of being polite.

Of allowing you to finish your thought, forcing mine to pause for just a quick second

But seconds turn to moments and moments turn into distractions

Now your attention has fluttered away while my words slowly swallow down my throat.

Chugging sentences not allowed to exist for lack of room in the center of attention.

Even if by chance someone asked for my thoughts to continue, regurgitating them leaves a bitter taste of hating to repeat myself.

Speaking twice is distasteful

I process quickly and efficiently

I brainstorm and collect my ideas before I utter them into existence

So it really pisses me off when I can't fucking finish expressing them.

I've learned to calculate

I have probably rehearsed this story in my head to keep your nat like span from wandering. Wondering. Gone.

I'm getting tired of my feelings sliding into embarrassments corner

Not being heard activates the realization you're not as respected

But nor do I demand it

Polite never tells me when to say

Shut the fuck up, I'm talking

No, polite whispers in dog whistles songs of contempt wrapped in a pageant raised smile.

Composure.

Pose.

Acceptance of a silenced idea.

I'm really tired of allowing people to interrupt me.