COMPROMISE

There I run off
And shove dirt in my ears
Because every tongue that clicks
With
Criticism , fault, and anger
against me,
I can’t take anymore.
I have been compromised.
And to live without compromise
Makes me a vigilante, thug, or slut.
Every time I stretch
to see
explore
They say I either explore too much
Or too little
And I don’t know who they want me to be anymore?
Because each suggestion
Is taking flesh.
And I’m afraid I may not exist much longer
— Cam Ie