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