disconnected
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You know I think it's kind of funny
How we say, almost excessively,
that are now a more connected humanity
in this, the "amazing" 21st century.
I mean, "We're more connected than ever!", right?
For a year
My eyes were on you
My faith in you too
Your words in my head
The tears on my bed
For a year
I belonged to you
And not with you
I kissed in vain
And took the pain.
As we sit here in this liminal space
Do you feel that?
Do you feel something?
Do you feel anything at all?
Truck stops along the 5 and
The middle of the woods
High school hallways on a Sunday.
There a a series of Masks
They come in many forms:
from smiles and laughter
from contempt and scorn.
I hide behind many
but not enough.
I use them to keep away from others
to save my heart.
I fear them knowing who I am.
I fear the day when I am no longer able to keep up the facade.
I fear that the real me will never be good enough.
I fear the judgements.
I fear the abuse.
I fear the critism.
I am the beast
The one you look at and instantly know is freak
I am the beast
The one you say is so weak
I am the beast
The one who aches in the corner trickling tears like the rain falls
