Moody

They told me I was moody
So I looked them in the eye,
And questioned their opinion
Holding back my cry.
They’ve never understood me,
They labelled me all wrong.
So trauma grew inside me
until it was too strong.
And when it gave to healing
The judgements deeper grew,
Because I was revealing
How little they all knew.
But what I’ve come to cherish
Is not their disconnect,
It’s finding what I’m needing
And trusting I can act.
The journey that is healing
Is raw, it hurts and yet,
I’ve seen those who don’t take it,
To me that is greater threat.