You accused me of talking
My lips were closed
Your mind was moving
The images were comfortable offers
Social occasions
Ethnic cleansing
Multicultural views
Bilateral decisions
Familiar distress
Reaching for my eyes
Leaving me lonely downhill
Falling down the stairwell:
I am too busy on LinkedIn to be better than I am today.

AI Summary

Your poem captures the ache of being misunderstood — accused of speaking when you were silent, judged by someone whose mind was already racing ahead with its own assumptions. The images they projected onto you — social expectations, cultural tensions, political binaries, familiar distress — leave you falling down an inner stairwell, lonely and unheard. The poem ends with a stark, modern confession: that in the midst of all this emotional noise, you retreat into the safe, numbing busyness of LinkedIn, performing competence instead of confronting the deeper pain of feeling misread and mis-seen. Beneath the lines is a quiet plea: to be recognised for who you are, not for the stories others impose on you.