I feel your slight glaze burn on my back
I look to you and you turn your head
I look away and you stare again
If your stare was any more menacing
you might have burnt holes through my waist.
Cry as many tears as the clouds
and peirce as many hearst as the stars.
I'm tired of feeling like the only person, who doesnt avoid the simple
but beautiful questions, the ones that truly make you who you are
Everything seems so wrong
every person needs a group of people to agree with every wrong word theys say.
I'm trying so hard to walk on my own, learning the things my brain forgot that my body has not.
but I am socially dying
descending, into puddles and transcparent in the clouds.
I have so many good qualitys, so many great things about me....
but no one will notice them
because its all about the cover of the book, all about the pattern on the wrapping paper.
but the inside of the book is so much more fun to read.
VOUS LISEZ
Take Apart My Head.
PoésieMy mind is full, so I release it on paper to empty my thoughts.