In my head

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My dignity out the window 

My self-respect on the floor 

I don't care 


I don't care what you think of me anymore 

I just need momentary joy 

A final breath of fresh air 


I look around at all of these people

Who are they?

What do they want from me?


They're all so beautiful 

I wish I was a part of it 

I watch as they all laugh 


Because I'm never in on the joke  

unless I'm the punchline 

Their smiles are all glowing 


I long for things I've never had 

To make them all laugh

To make them all smile 


They look at me 

like I'm a foreign object 

Something they can't quite dissect 


I want to shrink 

They're staring at 

the scars and the fat and the filth 


They aren't sure what to make of me 

I'm not sure what to make of me 

No need to stare 


I want to have collar bones 

I want to have a pointy jaw 

I want to become a skeleton 


I want to eat 

and never stop 

Why is this the only thing I succeed in 


I want you to notice me 

I want to make you smile 

But I can't






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