Look through me
To whatever insignificance lies behind me.
See through my scarred up flesh
Like my organs disappear.
Come to me
With your drunken, lonely, usually hidden stupor.
Cry to me on the phone
Until sober reappears.

Wave to me
Like an acquaintance.
Hug me
Like a friend.
Confide in me,
But no one else.
Then into this chair
I blend.
Kiss me
Like you mean it.
Touch me
Like you care.
But don’t forget
To see through me
When I’m still
Standing there.

What is it you want from me?
What is it you plead?
‘Cause all I’ve ask is honest answers,
Yet still you do not heed.

Am I here or not?
Do I live and breathe?
Do you only use me at your will?

Who are we – What?
Make up your mind, boy,
Shortened patience, no time to ****.