My jeans are speaking to me…
They are sending random messages by text on my phone.
Why won’t they leave me alone?
Don’t they know I have given up my rights to speak
To let others crowd my mind.
I want to break out and scream
But I cannot upset those around me.
I don’t believe they deserve the respect I give them,
Although in respect for myself I will give them the space
That I do much deserve.