Being Polite

You will go unheard, you speak too lightly. You think you are polite. You let it go.You speak up, try to. Again. And again. And again. And again. Going unheard. You let it go, being polite.

You don’t get bullied or pushed around. Everyone is nice to you, or maybe just neutral. There is a wall of politeness, a passive distance between you and the world. Sometimes the walls keep others out, most times they keep you in. The walls keep your voice from being heard, from getting out. You let it go, being polite.

Maybe there is something profound in being lonely. Maybe, you hope. After all, there wasn’t much choice. You were just being polite. You could have let things go. Could have been part of just like others. You tell yourself you had no choice. Maybe. Is there any choice when all you could be is polite?

You tell yourself it’s too late. It is always cold around you. Or maybe, it is you that cold. You know for sure that people react to that cold. You can see their cold demeanor come out in response. They stuck behind their walls, you behind yours. Or hiding. Or maybe both.

But you know for sure that you don’t have the strength to break free. Or to stop hiding. Or maybe both. You let it go, being polite.