Poems out of Boredom

You

I stare at then but
They laugh and they mock
Drilling to my head
The qualities I lack
Would you hate me
Or comfort me?

Everyone should just stop
With their high expectations
I'm not what you think
A person of perfection
Can you just see
My own ability?

I'm lame without my staff
Blind without my glass
Lacking a shoulder
Independence doesn't last
Will you stay with me?
To comfort me?

I'm talking to you
Yet you would not reply
I'm shedding tears
And you won't even try
To smile for me
To comfort me

I leaned my forehead
Against yours
And breathe hate
Your image blurs
I knew it
You left me

Let me wake up
From false oblivion
Of fat words
And serpent tongues
Fort of correction
But all is just a blur

I punched the mirror

August 16, 2011