Are my poems too introspective?
It isn't like you read them for anything other than that thrill we all get
from someone else's pain
I hand you tales of mythical things
of other people
and I must say,
they are far better written than anything else that I have made
especially what I have written about myself
Why do you love
the raw hurt that I show?
Is that what feeds you?
Why does everyone watch me?
Through pinpricks in my skull
the eyes are peering into me every where.
Pain!
You want entertainment?
I shall take up the whips for you!
You want me to beat it over my shoulders so you have something to read!
No,
I am far too paranoid
the fact is,
what is raw
is honest
and I do not do honesty well
because they watch
they always watch