Why are you
staring at me?
You make me
nervous
I can’t
hold my teacup properly
My pinkie
is misplaced
I think I
spilled it, mind
There’s so
much to live for
But I
haven’t the patience to wait
Why are you
glaring at me?
You’re
making me angry
I’m holding
my teacup tightly
My head is
aching
I feel it
breaking, kind
Words
cannot placate me
I’m past
the point of no return
I feel rage
red as blood
I want to
break
I want to
destroy
I curse
I swear
Tear out my
hair
Is it for
the sake of attention?
I see your
docile eyes stare
Indolence…
despair?
An edge is
creeping into your voice…
As if you
really care
But I can’t
hear you
I’d just
ignore you
If I could
I’d hurt
you
Break you
into pieces
And scatter
you to the winds
This
madness enfolds me
Blinds me
Binds me
A scream
from my lips
Electric
fingertips
Are you
afraid?
You are
afraid
I’m afraid
too
Afraid that
I might hurt you…
I close my
eyes, ignore your cries
Finally I
am satisfied
I leave you
where I put you
And watch
the cars passing in the street
I cross my
arms in silence and upon contemplation
My
catharsis is
complete.
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