hittin'
bumpin'
bruisin'
up against a brick wall

ping pong
back and forth
from one ego to the next
tossed to and fro

weary
from all the talk
the endless need to fill the space
the pressure to conform
to change

do my words require an answer?
why is there always an answer?
as i share
my thoughts hit that wall called ego

i'm not asking for defenses
i'm not asking for reasons
my words are not meant to indict
they're just my thoughts
take them or leave them
but stop fighting them
it's wearing me out

i stop sharing
when i have to fight to be heard
when i hit a brick wall
only a fool would keep trying