You’re **** and perfect and beautiful
Unfortunately
It’s plain to see
You’re surrounded by layers of
Admirers
Why would you notice me?

Your birthday passed about
Two months ago
And I’m just only now
Remembering it

Now
We’re just repeating ourselves
The grudges and gripes
The praises and hypes
Over-eager types
Finding something to back
The club that has something they lack

I suppose if I talked about suicide
Maybe someone would listen
But it’s not so dramatic
As that
At least all at once
Ongoing drama
Unexpressed
And unending
Is no less of an end
Just played out
Not sure which is sadder

Can you tell when I bow to the crowd?
Cheesy crap I said out loud
Just to say something
With nothing to say
I musta needed attention that day
I see them now
And cringe inside
Though the crowd seems to love it
I suppose from myself
I cannot hide
Nor can I rise above it

A day
Like yesterday
And the day before
It’s probably not fair to complain
I wish there was something more
Some days
There is

Geese love to announce themselves
Repeatedly
The hopeful honking
A gaggle of geese