Elizebeth Turnquist

At an early age, life didn’t make sense

What I saw didn’t match what I felt

And I was taught to speak up

So I said what I thought was true

And they assured me I was wrong

That I wasn’t feeling what I felt

And I wasn’t seeing what I saw

Quickly, I learned to doubt myself

And the next time I was incongruent

I participated in my own gaslighting

Thought I didn’t know what I felt

And I didn’t know what I saw

But the contradictions kept coming

What they said and how I felt

But how I felt was consistent

And their orders often conflicted

So I chose to believe in myself

I let myself rebel againt what I’m told

The world still doesn’t make sense

But at least I trust in me.