Rhetorical Question

Here I am limping around

But without the stick this time

When someone says to me

You haven’t for your stick

You must be better

Oh how I wanted to scream

It’s not all about the stick you know

Things happen which you cannot see

Like me forgetting who you are

Or what word I am meant to write

My concentration leaves me

And I’m in a world of fog and confusion

Not knowing what has just been said

And getting told off for not listening

Oh how I wish I was perfect like them

When I am out at things

I generally put a mask on

And keep my feelings to myself

Because when someone asks who you are

It is really a rhetorical question

People can be superficial

They look at the outward appearance

And the feelings of the heart

Really don’t matter to them

It is just a question you ask

Jo Anne Kennedy

November 2019