My Life: A Dramatic Narrative

A Myriad of Memories and Moral

I am just a human
Staring into the glass eyes of others.
Nobody reads these entries anymore, but do I care?
They're for me.

~

He has a pure, genuine smile
As he speaks with me.
Other's banter is built with bile,
His just glued with glee.

I stalk his still stares
Pry his precious presence.
Connect his cautious cares
Engulf in his enticing essence.

"Oh, you love him",
Snake's snicker and sneer.
"Don't lie of your loving lust for him",
Chimps chat and cheer.

Ignorance ignites illicit illusions
Within the wondering walls of wishing.
Having hopes of hilarious hallucinations
Of kind and careful carcasses kissing.

For I find him as only a friend
In these dark and dim days.
Whom a limb he lends 
Creating cryptic crucibles in this crying craze.

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When I look in the mirror, the vessel I witness is foreign. Who is that girl mimicking my motions? What are those eyes enveloped in black? Whose lips are moving to silent words? Whose nose is sniffing sweet scents? Whose ears are engulfing the silence? Who is that?

That isn't the girl I picture in my head when I speak or move or think. I picture myself as this whole other person. I have come to the point where I stop thinking of what I look like and just do what I must to survive.

Is that what no one sees when they never interact with me?

~

People listening to me is odd. I have adjusted to me speaking to thin air and hoping that maybe some organism is listening to me.

But when I say something and someone responds, it makes me realise that some people are listening sometimes.

I'll make a joke, 63% of the time to myself, and then someone will laugh and I get thrown off. Like that feeling when someone responds to something you say in your head. It's simply weird.

~

Sorry abount this banter.

~Tayler