*This is sort of like a moment I lived, and my recounting of it with some emotions I felt, etc.
Six pins are smashed to the ground
I wonder if you noticed
How I’ve been watching you from the corner of my eye
Since we left our motel
Swoosh
The second ball rolls down the gutter
A sharp sentence brings me back
Back to reality
Back to the strangers
Who surround me
Something heavy is thrust into my hands
It’s my turn to bowl
A quick glance in your direction shows
You are too caught up playing mother hen
To right this wrong
Before it goes too far
And if I wasn’t burning with white rage
It would bother me to know
That this comes as no surprise
Not to me
You, of course, see differently
As I step up to swing my ball
I snatch my façade back up
The façade
Where I am happy
Laughing
Being silly
Like these strangers around me
Are my everyday friends
I cannot fool myself
But I have learnt I can fool you
So this illusion-
It is meant to keep you away
Show you I don’t care
Don’t care if you reject me
Exclude me
Or ignore me
And I need this façade
I use this illusion
When I stand out front
Vulnerable
So that when I sit back down
You do not give me a second glance
You continue to play mother hen
And allow me to let my walls
Crumble and topple
Alone
Because truth be told
Beneath my walls
I lay battered and bleeding
Because you have yet to realise
The mistakes you repeat
But I patch up my walls
Just barely
Because I fear
Your damage to me is now
Irreversible
YOU ARE READING
Too Late: Vol. #2
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems I've written and decided to publish. It's the second volume in the series, though it doesn't matter if you've read volume one or not. I'm not sure yet how many volumes I'll make. But this one, like the last, will have 2...
