Mistaken Enemy

I have no interest in being less
so that you can feel like more.
I have no interest in propping you up until
you feel strong enough to knock me down.
I have no interest in hiding who I am
so that you don’t have to face who you aren’t.
I have no interest in hushing my voice
so that you can feel less frustrated in your silence.
I have no interest in puerile power plays,
scenery-chewing dramatic displays of prowess.

Enough.

My strength is hard-earned, and not a
debit on your overdrawn account.
I’m not trying to take anything from you;
I’m not the threat you are constantly tensed to fight.
All your alarms fail to alert you
that it was an inside job.