Dusty eyes- ***** looks
kissed by rust for lips; a bit rusty
from the last I've kissed
My tongue tied in my teeth,
compliments have faded into blue
once a someone for loving you—but now treated
as no-one important after I broke up with you
                          ~towards my exes

I cry in secret under the dark of a dim
lit screen. Finger typing, stereotype reminiscing
on ill talk hidden under a voice tone
I translate your body language well- you're angry
at the sight of me. Disappointed, annoyed, bitter
towards what you've concluded by sight
                       ~towards all people

Only when I pour my heart out
you have no words to utter a comment or
recognition out of your mouth
And as I write out of a passing meaningless
thought- seems you have so much to say
Giving a ridiculous fee towards the recognition
I'm always forced to pay
            ~towards publications and peers

You make me feel less—no I've come to
always expect less. I've made myself less
Under stress, standing underneath society's
umbrella term of being successful
But haven't I already succeeded in being humble,
caring, understanding- being myself

It all seems impossible to actually be yourself
and somebody else wants to be somebody else
Who then nowadays is actually being themselves?