Excuse me, sir
But may I ask why my actions are never satisfactory?
May I ask why your hunger, your demand
Is a black hole?
Excuse me, sir
But I truly am doing my best
My shell cannot take much more, sir
I will begin to erode away
If your demand for perfection continues
Excuse me, sir
Why must I hide under this mask?
I find it quite suffocating underneath all of these lies
Every time I take it off
You simply hush me, and press it against my skin
Excuse me, sir
Excuse me, sir
I'm fading away
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
