Apathy
Here you are again
my faceless mask of porcelain.
You creep out from the shadows
trying to coerce me once more.
I'm trying my best to keep you at bay
your emotionless facade so appealing
to the chaos within my heart.
You are respite
from the devestation
of my very being.
Your temptations beckon
and I am almost weak enough
to take you in and let you
hide my sorrow.
This poem is about:
Me