They gave me words that sound like they resolve Soft closures neat edges Something to absolve I tried them on Felt the structure involved But nothing inside me Was actually solved It wasn’t rebellion It wasn’t a stand Just a quiet misfit Between thought and demand Like my mind wouldn’t sit Where the language was planned Lept slipping the shape They were handing my hand I still show up I still sign where I’m told Still sit in the rooms That hum sterile and cold Still answer in ways That can neatly be sold As stable As fine As within what we hold But something goes missing Each time that I do Not loud Not dramatic Just slightly askew Like I traded a piece I can’t fully construe For the comfort of being interpretable To you I don’t hate the system That’s too clean a claim It isn’t a villain It doesn’t have a name It just keeps insisting I play by a frame That trims what I am Into something the same And I get it Things need to function To move to align There are reasons for order There are reasons for line But the cost of that reason At least some of the time Is a silence that settles Too deep in the spine I feel it at night when The structure goes thin When there’s no one to mirror The version I’m in When the questions don’t end They just quietly spin And I stop trying hard to Be fixed from within Because maybe there isn’t a fix to be found No final position No stable ground No edge where the meaning Wraps neatly around Just the sense that I’m here And I’m slightly unbound And that used to scare me It still kind of does Not having a reason A why or because Just being a thing that exists as it was Without needing proof that it’s worthy Or cause I’ve watched people reach For a ceiling Or floor Some version of after Some balancing score A place where the weight Doesn’t press anymore Where the questions resolve Into something secure I understand it I feel that pull too The urge to be certain To land on a view But every conclusion I try to hold true Starts shifting the moment I actually look through So I stopped trying hard To complete the design To turn every tension Into a clean line Some things don’t resolve Some things don’t align Some truths don’t improve When you force them to shine And that’s where I am Not above it Not free Still tangled in systems That shape How I be Still paying the cost of the same gravity Still calling this place something close to home Maybe There’s no pride in this Not the kind people show No badge for enduring What no one should know Just a quiet persistence That doesn’t quite go Even when part of me wishes It would let go Because I see how the world Tilts a bit strange What feels like collapse Gets reframed as a change What looks like distress Gets renamed as a range And I’m left in the middle Unsure how to gauge Not better not worse Just aware in a way That doesn’t convert Into something to say That others can use Or can neatly relay Without losing the weight That made it this way So I keep it like this Unfinished a thread Not something I follow Not something I’ve read Just a tension that stays Like a thought left unsaid Like a space in the mind Where the answers have fled And I live there I do Not because it is right Not because it’s some Elevated sight But because every time I step out of that light It feels like I’m trading Something too tight So I Stay in the middle No floor no above No promise of meaning No guarantee of love Just the fact that I’m here And that’s more than enough To keep breathing through something That doesn’t resolve ~by Unreadhyperion
