So cold and dank and murky too,
The loud outside noise that mimics peace,
To negotiate and think that it's different today,
I'll listen but not react to the little fights,
I stand and think I need to change,
But the aggressive keeps pulling me back again,
I'm tired of fighting but life doesn't give,
I stand on the sidelines and look at life,
But once in a while it brings me back,
Outside is in and noise is quiet,
Up is down and I am they,
Frustration and murky waters exist,
Can I stand outside and be done with this?
The nagging and trimming,
Of outside noise