Moonlit Poetry

Trash

I must be broken

for my words spill out in a jumbling

soppy mess

I vomit them up

my tongue pushing them out

and as they lay on the cracked pavement

we all stare at them in

disgust

they hate me

i hate me

I must be broken

for when i dance 

i stumble and flail and fall

when i walk 

i bumble and bump and trip

when i move my body at all

i always seem to be in the way

and i bump into other people's problems

and they glare as i stutter an apology

and stumble and bumble away

I must be broken

for everyone seems to find me

in the way

not interesting

annoying

so because i am broken

i put myself away where the broken things go

i crumple my personality up

i gather my appearance

i stamp on my emotions

and i toss me away

in the trash