Elliott - Idiosyncrasies Laid Bare

IDIOSYNCRASIES
Laid Bare Anne Elliott with love to
Yvonne Sandra and Karen AuthorHouse 1663 Liberty Drive Bloomington, IN 47403 www.authorhouse.com Phone: 1-800-839-8640 2012 by Anne Elliott. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. First published by AuthorHouse 12/13/2011 ISBN: 978-1-4678-7743-5 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-4678-7744-2 (ebk) Printed in the United States of America Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,
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Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. Contents Im not sorry that I told him I wish I had a little switch Somewhere in my head, So every night I could switch it off As I climbed into bed. Because you see, my brain lights up Each night as I lie down. Thats when my thoughts do plague me, Make me worry, make me frown. My brain it starts to think About the things I might have done.

I lie there and I fret Have I offended anyone? My brain keeps on and on If Im travelling next day. Will I wake up in time? What if I lose my way? If Im worried about work That chases sleep away. It haunts me through the night Until the break of day. Oh how I wish I had a switch To turn off in my head. So I could get a good nights sleep When I climbed into bed. I see this old man shuffling Along the street each day.

And also in shop doorways For hours he will lay. His clothes are torn and ragged, His hair long and unkempt. Surely this is not the life His mother for him meant? However did he get here? How could he sink so low? The hand of fate has been so cruel For such misery, to bestow. How can such people still exist? How can we all still see So many people on the streets Living lives of misery? My heart goes out to all these folk That, society ignore. And I thank God it isnt me As I close my own front door. All I can do is hope and pray That when theyre due above, God will come and take their hand And give them extra love.

Id like to know the answer. Why does it have to be That the rich get ever richer, While the poor watch enviously? Please go away. Leave me alone. I didnt invite you into my home. I didnt ask you here to stay. I beseech you please, just go away.

I hear your noises in the night. I now always leave on the light. I feel your pain. I sense your grief. Im begging please for you to leave. Not once have I caught sight of you, Though Ive stayed awake the whole night through.

So I implore, leave me alone. Go and haunt another home. As a child, growing up I used to be so shy. I wouldnt talk to people, Couldnt look them in the eye. My face would go bright red When I was spoken to. Id feel embarrassed, hang my head And hide my face from view.

When teachers asked a question Id shrink down in my seat. Id never put my hand up. I was too shy to speak. If I saw people that I knew Walking down the street, Id cross the road, avoid them So I wouldnt have to speak. I used to blush continuously At least ten times each day. Oh how I longed and yearned for My affliction to go away.

It wasnt till my forties That I finally realised I didnt blush so frequently, I could look folk in the eye. So now from being very shy, With nothing much to say, I cannot keep my mouth shut. I talk non-stop all day. There was this man at work Who made us girls feel mad. His hands they used to wander And his breath it smelt so bad. Our bosses said Ignore him, He doesnt mean to harm Alright for them to say this.

They didnt endure his charm So, one day we girls decided That we would seek revenge. Every one of us determined His antics we would end. One of the girls approached him And got him to agree To meet her in the store room On the dot of half past three. The rest of us then joined them. We tied him to a chair. We only meant to frighten him.

We only meant to scare. But Im afraid the plan backfired. He had a heart attack. So now we girls have all been told Were fired, weve got the sack! Phones, phones, phones, those mobile phones, Cant avoid them in any way. In shops, in queues, on transport They ring non-stop all day. When friends, they come to visit, I give them cups of tea.

Then sit down to chat awhile. They chat, but not with me. Their phone has rung, Must answer it. Too important to ignore Blood pressure soars. you force a smile As they pace around your floor. You watch them pace, you listen in To one half of a tale.

Its so frustrating just to hear The, oohs and ahs and wows. Youre here for me, not someone else. Hang up and be polite. But no such luck, theyre truly stuck And talk away all night. When family visit with kids in tow, Youll find they spend their time With phone in hand and texting Their friends, line after line. So expert that you cant believe How fast their fingers go, As they tap in words in shorthand Row, by row, by row.

For you they do not have a word. Theyve lost the art of speech. But youd waste your time speaking to them. Theyre too switched off to reach. On the buses and the trains Its also such a strain, With ring ding dings, all echoing And causing so much pain. Voices are raised too loudly, Competing with another, Passengers forced to listen in, No place to run for cover.

Phones, phones, phones, those blasted phones, Without them we survived. Lets switch them off, throw them away. Theyve bought me out in hives. If I had my way Id throw the lot Into the deepest sea. But first must phone the family up, Tell them Ill be home for tea! Muddle-headed and confused, Is this just the winter blues? Feeling low and so depressed, All the time I feel distressed. To me the sun wont reappear, I just wish to disappear.

Friends and family, they do phone. Why wont they leave me alone? Want to stay in bed all day. I wish these blues would go away. When I awake to a brand new day I always say Now find a way To enjoy your time while youre still here, Live with calm, serenity, not with fear. Look for things to cheer, as you go your way. Remember what makes you happy each day.

So many things for us all to see. Let us live with joy, peace and harmony. Why does it always seem to be Nobody notices poor me? I know Im right, I know its true, I feel like Im invisible. At parties when drinks handed out My hand stay empty, I get nowt. Nobody comes near me to talk, They take one look, then past me walk. In the office sitting at my desk I work so hard hoping to impress, But I do not gain the bosss praise.

He never recommends I get a raise. When there is gossip of renown, I have always sadly found That I am last to hear the news. Nobody cares about my views. In shops, the assistants look away, They dont come up to me and say, Good morning can I help you Miss? No way will one of them assist. My parents havent time to spare. Their company with me wont share.

Were much too busy, they always say. Why dont you phone another day? Why is it folk seem to insist Poor old me does not exist? It is so cruel, its so unkind. They do not care whats on my mind. Oh how I wish someone would care, Notice me and be aware. I do exist! Why cant they see How much this action hurts poor me? I know we humans are complex But still it puzzles me: Why we should have to tolerate Folk who cause us misery? Like the fanatics who gain power Their aim to incite war, Convincing all their followers Their cause worth dying for. The rapists, murderers, arsonists, The ones who like to thieve.