cringe poetry with sati

laughter

you're laughing at me, aren't you?
c'mon, i can see your lips twitching.
just call me a moron with your squinted, glassy eyes
guffaw at my every slip up, my every stumble and fall.

it's like walking on a tightrope with your arms at your sides
like taming a lion when you've never seen a cat
like pulling out a handkerchief that's only a rag long

how long do you plan on watching me fail while wheezing yourself half dead?

how long do you plan on watching me stumble and cry yourself half blind?

praise me when i do good.
praise me when i need it.
praise me

praise me.