I've long grown used to your absence
And your presence only disturbs me.

It upsets the balance of daily life and
Tips the scales of normality up to a point where
I really can't live with you.

I can't stand the sight of you.

I just hate it that your friends don't see
That side of you.

I really hate it that they think
You're some goody-two-shoes.
Maybe you are and my opinion is
Biased as always but
I swear if they'd seen
The drunk side to you,
The perverted side to you,
The ******* ***-ing side to you,
Maybe they wouldn't want to
Meet you so much.

But yet, yet you do the house work.

That's the only plus point, I guess.
I don't know, that point throws me into confusion.
Are you a good man or are you not?

If you do the housework, it means you care right?
But but, there are so many things that say you're not.
I don't want your money, I don't even want your time anymore.

I just don't want to see you.

Even your friends think you travelled a lot,
Even they think you neglected me throughout my childhood.
Well, maybe you just realised that in recent years but

It's too late now.

I don't want your time anymore.
I don't want your money.
I don't want your ******* love.

I just want you to go
Far far away, so maybe,
She'd be happy and
I'd be happy.

But you ******* clean the house.

And I rarely do.
That always makes me feel like
Some unfilial kid who's
Making her parent a slave.

But I do do housework.
Right?

I wish I could hold you forever,
Wrap you in my wanting arms,
But yet I do know that is selfish,
And my greed will only harm.

Vividly I remember,
The times you shelter me,
From the fear of the world
And the fear of man,
You save me when I flee.

You'd curl your arms around mine own
And hug them up real tight,
You'd give a squeeze to my shoulder there
And say that it's alright.
You'd sometimes whisper really soft
And speak those soothing words,
You'd pat my head and stare at me
And smile right afterwards.

Is it much too much to ask
For just one little hug?
Because I really miss you,
For a very long while now,
Cursed with memories of

Your hug.

Sometimes, I swear,
I can see the walls breathing,
Pulsing as I take every step.
I don't know if I'm dizzy anymore
Or just

******* crazy.

See, this poem will just be lost to another
Long list of much better, much stronger,
Much more powerful poems than mine.
I'll just be another face in the crowd,
Another account in this ****** site,
Another anon in the broken world of the internet.
Maybe if I stack up enough masks,
You'd finally see me because my masks are stacked up
So **** high that they stand out from the crowd.
But I think we both know,

That's very unlikely.

Do you hear the chilly wind and see the branches dance?

The lake is all but freezing up and deers no longer prance.

The grass goes grey and lights fade out, the crevice widens there;

The flowers die and Life soon goes, the forest is stripped bare.

The land beyond the broadened gap, it's growing ever stronger,

Luring souls into it's path — Oh that's their biggest blunder!

Once they cross and step on land, they don't ever return,

Once depressed and labelled such, it's very hard to turn.

The grayscale hue just stains the world, the colour all drains out,

Then your life of melancholy eventually will sprout.

The whole world revolves around

Me.

But not in a good way, but in the way that
The planets all revolve around the sun yet
Never truly reach it; Forever avoiding this
Boiling disaster.

It's the way
Parents push their prams
The long way just to get around me and
It's the way
Giants shoot their dagger stares,
Scrutinizing every little inch of you
Up to your very core.
It's the way
You realise
Your loved ones are just like planets:
They're constantly drawing
Nearer
And
Nearer
Even though you try with
All your might to
Push
Them
                                                                ­  Away
        
                                          But you know
                         And you know
And you know,
They're just circling towards their
Impending Doom, that
One day all the planets would
Collide
The planet would draw
Nearer and nearer,
Until one day,
You would
Get a

Mega                            Super                
                                          Huge                              Nova    

And
It would be

All your fault.