Patchwork Poetry

Untitled poem #1

(Written in the heat of heavy emotions in 2017)

I'll ask the birds, I'll ask the trees

Don't I matter

Nothing is the way it seems

Don't I matter

Everyone will drift away, my voice doesn't seem to say the words I mean

I am unclean...

My forehead's stamped, I can feel the glue that my mama put on my skin to keep me from telling the truth. So many years, held together by the lies she fed to me through a straw, so now if course I doubt the sweetness when it comes around

Ill stuff the sugar in my lips so much I have the sweetest kiss, but only I know I'm just flavored poison. I wish I had a warning sign but my teeth have fallen out and my mind had fallen behind.

Suddenly like a dream the truth is hanging by a thread

If I can grasp it then the challenge will be to pull myself into place again

Untangle all the lies

But no one sees them as untrue

I'm left to doubt, do I trust my gut

Or let myself be hurt by you?

Ally to enemy, so fast and suddenly I don't even know how to comprehend this change

No one believes, I must be dreaming

This doesn't happen first hand, only in fairy tales

So maybe I'm the evil one this time!

Open my mouth and either fairy dust or spiders come out

I never get to choose or mix the two to even out the sound

I must be lying, because it seems like no one listens till I'm dying,

Then it's easier to believe that monsters really chasing me!

Time and again, chasing death to speak out just another word for you to hear, but now you've become someone the old you wouldn't let me near

You dress yourself in white, like my glorious knight

While you hold me down with arrows to my side when we're alone.

Little things stuck inside the seams of my new suit of armor by the ones who dressed me up and buttoned up the back.

Daggers in my back

Who can I trust anymore, how can I be so unsure?

It can't keep happening to just one person do I must be the poison

STOP GIVING ME THE CURE