I wonder how you see me
Through your long lashed eyes,
Closed ones, open ones, dark ones,
Slanted ones I wonder how
You see me under your own light.
I probably look a little fragile
Like porcelain before the kiln,
Like maybe I have never known a thing about
Whatever it is you think living means,
I’ve watched glass brake,
Under the hand of my drunk father,
I hate Christmas, and not because
No God exist either,
I just hate being sad over earthly things,
Hell on earth.. Christmas same damn thing.
If money is power than I’ve never been anything.
I’ve been stolen.
You don’t even know what that means.
That’s ok because when it gets down to
It you don’t know much of anything.
Whatever you are viewing,
Unless you ask you have no idea how
I’m just too damn human.
You haven’t understood a single fiber of my being,
Optimism and naivety, seem to me to be,
To similar in making and
Each as tragic in there breaking,
Even if you looking and I’m speaking,
In bits and pieces
On a page like puzzle pieces,
There’s a lot I’ve left unsaid,
Everyone’s blind you’re
Never going to see me,
Unless you reach out to feel me.
Then you’ll know I’ve been burned
Have vitrified and
Don’t give a damn what you've seen with those pretty eyes.
I made me a perfect version of myself,
I’m someone’s favorite vase ,
And I look gorgeous on the shelf