Somewhere in the clouds
The moon sang to me
I overheard it
Talking to the stars
I see
A house, my house
And You in the window
You take one look at me, a look of disgust
And walk away
The room shifts
I'm all alone now
Looking through the very window you stood at
Looking down at myself
Am I a hypocrite—
Am I a hypocrite for looking down at that same girl who stood there, in disgust
I'm not afraid of the monster under my bed
A room full of snakes
Or a gun to my head
What truly scares me is this nightmare
It's worse than I could've ever imagined
Your face
That stupid face you make when you act like you care
For I stand there shaking myself
Telling myself to wake up
Yet the only response I get
Is "But you're already awake..."
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Dictionary
PoezjaPoetry: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
