Annonymous Letters Poem by AnnaLeigh Jones

Dear AnnaLeigh, I must tell you,
you don't have a chance.
You're spinning around like a fool
trying to master lifes petty dance.
The steps you are taking are all wrong.
You're dancing to a different beat.
It's time for you to give it up
and learn to accept defeat.

AnnaLeigh, why do you try
to teach to blind to see?
The blind are blind, you can't teach sight.
You make no sense to me.
After you're done failing,
you try to teach the dance, and yet,
the blind can't see their wobbling feet.
Sometimes I think you forget.

AnnaLeigh, darling, in this letter
I'll reveal to you who I am.
Maybe then you'll take my advice.
Maybe now you'll understand.
I am you, I am your mind.
I'm writing your rational thought.
I'm telling you what you really think.
I'll conform you to what you fought.