Reservations
Reservations
I went to school
with the white trash
and bourgeoisie alike,
scorned by the cool
whose ideals clash
and drive impaling spikes.
My only hope,
turning inwards,
helped to cope,
but pushed me forward
toward the very thing
from which I wished to hide.
I have received love and praise
from four generations,
but all I see
in self-conscious gaze
is a man of reservation.
Fear; the foil to my strengths.
Loneliness; the wall I hide behind.
Love; the wanted and the feared.
Courage; the strength I have inside