“Unreliable” – A Spoken Word Poem

“Don’t pull an Allen.” That phrase translates to: Don’t flake out. It started out as a joke.Or maybe it was an
insult. I don’t know, because at this point it doesn’t
matter. The fact is at this point my name has become
synonymous with “unreliability.” Irony, or a cruel twist of fate because I
can’t count how many times I’ve thought about leaving. Just packing up my bags, not calling anyone
or writing a note, just filling my tank and hitting the road. My entire life has been a failed attempt at
disappearing. Running as far as I can go only to find myself
back at Square One, and I’ve spent so much time trying to run away that even my watch
goes in reverse. And it runs fast. My entire life has been a struggle between
wanting to be a good friend and not wanting to be bothered by anyone. It’s not that I don’t like people or want
them around, it’s just that I’m not really good with social pressure, and my mind is
like a battery–it can only handle so much before I have to recharge. But the problem with that is each time I recharge
it the lifespan of battery goes down, and that means the less that I can interact with
society. A+B=”See, I can’t make it tonight because
I’m too tired,” or, “I’m sorry, I completely forgot,” or, “I’m sorry, Allen can’t come
to the phone right now, please leave a message after the–” Being loyal means everything
to me, and I’ll be there if you really need me, but the problem comes with a war with
time. How much time do you need me for, versus how
much time until my battery runs low, versus how many people do I have to interact with
today? And sometimes just the thought of all that
interaction makes me tired, so I need to take a nap before I can make that decision. But by the time I wake up you no longer need
me, or maybe you forgot, which is probably just as well because my battery started out
low and it’s still charging, but I promise I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, which
might be in an hour or week, and I’m really sorry that I’m sort of a bad friend, and I
think I finally figured it out; it’s not a joke OR an insult, but rather a cautionary
tale. So listen up, boys and girl, if you don’t
want to be thought of as unreliable you need to make your best effort to always show, and
don’t be like me and be a mediocre friend, or, in other words, “Don’t pull an Allen.”

3 thoughts on ““Unreliable” – A Spoken Word Poem

  1. I get this!! SO true for my life! I never commit to anything – why? I always let people down and disappoint myself in the end. Thank God I have family that understands this. Friends? Not so much. That’s why I don’t have any lol! Anyway, thank you for the poem! It’s great as always as I’m a big fan of yours. Thank you for writing material that so few can relate to but yet comfort the ones who can in ways that only we can be comforted.

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