I find it hard to make actual eye contact
Looking at you with my smiling eyes,
Plastered with my fake smile that could be deemed as pleasant.
This is not me.
This is what I think you want me to be
Need me to be.
I don't care about what your kid did today,
Or about the present your wife got you.
I could care less about your worldly views
Or the new drink you bought from Starbucks.
I know I may sound a bit narcissistic
But I could care less about most things
If only you people had a damn clue.
When someone starts a conversation and they talk and talk,
Not allowing you to get a micro word in is nauseating,
Because I'm bored by your mundane words and thoughts
Nothing that you say has any relativism to my life or to anyone's for that matter
While your lips are moving up and down
I am wondering when the bomb is gonna go off in your head,
So I don't have to hear about what Brandon was trying to pressure me to do this weekend.
Day after day I have a face,
And night after night I lay.
When am I going to smile for real,
And actually mean what I fucking say
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
شِعرThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
