Childlike Proclivities

It seems my missed carriage comes

From my inability to form deep relationships

I often admit when I’m lacking particular experiences

But I get ignored by the others intentions

Their actions penetrate every nerve of my skin

And I can’t conceive the notion of giving them up just yet

It seems my miscarriage comes

From my inability to care

I often wish I could truly understand

But I resent having to combat this double standard

Their assumptions have shaped my outlook on sin

And I can’t conceive how so many take this life for granted

It seems my missed carriage comes

From my inability to take a stand

I often admit how fearful I am of the confrontation

But I can’t help to think I should do something

Their words upset me

And I can’t conceive why I should go through with it

It seems my miscarriage comes

From my inability to be who I truly am

I often admit I’m an individual of unique circumstance

But I get pushed aside due to personality

And I can’t conceive compromising me

It seems my missed carriage comes

From my inability to search within

I often admit I’m afraid of what exists

But I know it’s trivial to how I live

And I can’t conceive not knowing who I am

It seems my miscarriage comes

From my inability to not care what others think of me

I often admit I suffer silently from loneliness

But I see the advantages to not having many associates

And I can’t conceive why I’ve been outcast automatically

It seems my missed carriage comes

From my inability to grasp reality

I often admit I want to see the brighter side of things

But I take full responsibility for how life will affect me

And I can’t conceive how this is all a blessing

It seems my miscarriage comes

From my inability to not speak honestly

I often admit I forgive but can’t forget

But I humble myself before their criticism

And I can’t conceive how nor why they continue to judge me