Don't bring your baggage to my doorstep,
To unpack it.
Don't offer opinions to give,
About your friends, acquaintances or relatives.
Don't open your wounds to have me see you bleed.
And don't expect from me empathy,
When I know when you leave...
You'll be whispering to deceive someone else,
As to how it was to you I was cruel...
Because I didn't allow you the time,
To complain and whine...
Like the others you've made fools!
I have long left the need to express,
Why it is someone else should accept...
My insecurities I refuse to correct.
With them to keep as I aged to stay immature.
Those childish tactics I don't use anymore.
Don't bring your baggage to my doorstep,
To unpack it.
Period.
Consider me over and out of your life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't this the truth if I said this to a few family members I would have a restraining order comming my way...iip