My Leaving To Exit Is Swift Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I had been anxious to please.
With a need to do this,
For someone loved.
For someone I thought,
Would appreciate...
My unconditional giving of it.

But taken for granted,
Is not a wish I lived with...
In a quiet desperation.

I am not seeking from anyone...
Fresh oxygen to breathe.
As if from anyone I have this need.
I am quick to stay away,
From polluted air.
And any hint of it I sniff.

I will not tolerate it,
In an atmosphere I share.
My leaving to exit is swift!