Head on backwards,
Eyes crossed,
Shifting, scanning.
Loud, unnatural voice,
Hair twisted in knots,
Face reflecting an ogre.
All eyes on me, shifting, scanning,
Nose too big for my face,
Too skinny, too fat, not right.
Elephant steps, moving too loud,
sounds of thunder,
speaker phone breath.
Eyes shifting and scanning,
Uneasy, queasy,
Or maybe only my eyes
are shifting,
scanning,
judging.
YOU ARE READING
The Sad Side
PoetryThis sadness comes from past events that changes lives and toxic connections with others. It's beautiful and disgusting all at once. Bask in this sadness and come out refreshed, knowing that you are not alone.
