You look at me. Tell me what you see.
Do you see me, how I see me? Or do you see a she that is long gone from me?
Do you see a happy person? Do you see a clown?
Do you find me annoying? Do you see me frown?
What if you looked beyond the exterior,
Into my heart, into the inferior
What would you see then? Do you see me as the same?
Would you panic and run around to find someone's name to blame?
What if you knew my deepest, darkest thoughts?
It would sit as horribly with you as does 'crosses and naughts'
What if you could see me when I lie in bed at night?
Would you even care if I gave up the fight?
If I leave, or if I stay
No matter what you say, I will do as I may
To say hello, to say goodbye
I never mattered anyway.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Insanity
PoesíaThe product of a slam poetry assignment at school concerning an abstract idea that isn't abstract at all, now continued through late night bursts of my dark insides. A work in progress as I become a better writer; feedback appreciated.
