Mar 2014
I’ve always felt alone, one way or the other.
I’ve never escaped this lonely feeling.
I was always avoided.
But my existence was acknowledged.
girls and boys found comfort amongst their peers.
I found comfort amongst my toys, my mother, my sister, and brother.
I always kept in mind that….no one really cares at all.
Don’t feel bad for me
Don’t think you know me
Don’t attempt to sum me up in a sentence you can’t even define.
Don’t act like you will take that advantage of the given time.
Don’t think I have emotional problems without a certain way to solve ‘em.
I accept the fact that I have a problem
If you think you can actually care for me,
SHOW ME!
You won’t know me
I won’t let you
Don’t act as if you are paying attention
Please do continue looking at a social media notification
I’ll let you wait for that text of an ex or the next
Or a regret
Or bad ***
Or a rumor or gossip that spreads faster than a ****** disease.
Or faster than the ignorance such rumors breed
And the need to make a person feel the need to hate when all he will do and will want to do is love
Show happiness and affection and emotion
Show that MY INTEREST is worth more than a Trojan
FOCUS on my eyes because I could die if we don’t lock eyes in my final moments
The gate of heaven and hell open every time I reach a point of anger
It is to the extent of danger.
And every time I anger
I hunger ravenously for violence
Like the likes of a hungry wolf trekking blindly through the blizzard bitten tundra.
Desperate
Ravenous
An untimely encounter would sure be disastrous.
FOCUS
Stare into my eyes because you never know when happy Mikey will die
I’m telling you that I want someone to look at me and to see that I am living.
Don’t think I’m a child with the temperament of a hot summer day.
I don’t need the false acknowledgment of existing falsely in someone’s fantasized life.
I tend to exaggerate when frustrate I become.
Angry and scream I do when I realize nothing there is to turn to.
Like ape I roar
Lonely I became
Lonely I adore
Gold is the sound of silence
The feeling of being cared for emits the fragrance of violet.
The moment my mouth opened so I may speak.
My anger will bind us.
At the wrists.
At the feet.
There is a rhythm of thought that I will never follow.
A rhythm I will never keep.
Like loose change, or that strange knick knack a family member makes you receive.
I will be scattered wildly and randomly.
FOCUS.
I may not always be here.
END?
I’ve never escaped this lonely feeling.
I was always avoided.
But my existence was acknowledged.
girls and boys found comfort amongst their peers.
I found comfort amongst my toys, my mother, my sister, and brother.
I always kept in mind that….no one really cares at all.
Don’t feel bad for me
Don’t think you know me
Don’t attempt to sum me up in a sentence you can’t even define.
Don’t act like you will take that advantage of the given time.
Don’t think I have emotional problems without a certain way to solve ‘em.
I accept the fact that I have a problem
If you think you can actually care for me,
SHOW ME!
You won’t know me
I won’t let you
Don’t act as if you are paying attention
Please do continue looking at a social media notification
I’ll let you wait for that text of an ex or the next
Or a regret
Or bad ***
Or a rumor or gossip that spreads faster than a ****** disease.
Or faster than the ignorance such rumors breed
And the need to make a person feel the need to hate when all he will do and will want to do is love
Show happiness and affection and emotion
Show that MY INTEREST is worth more than a Trojan
FOCUS on my eyes because I could die if we don’t lock eyes in my final moments
The gate of heaven and hell open every time I reach a point of anger
It is to the extent of danger.
And every time I anger
I hunger ravenously for violence
Like the likes of a hungry wolf trekking blindly through the blizzard bitten tundra.
Desperate
Ravenous
An untimely encounter would sure be disastrous.
FOCUS
Stare into my eyes because you never know when happy Mikey will die
I’m telling you that I want someone to look at me and to see that I am living.
Don’t think I’m a child with the temperament of a hot summer day.
I don’t need the false acknowledgment of existing falsely in someone’s fantasized life.
I tend to exaggerate when frustrate I become.
Angry and scream I do when I realize nothing there is to turn to.
Like ape I roar
Lonely I became
Lonely I adore
Gold is the sound of silence
The feeling of being cared for emits the fragrance of violet.
The moment my mouth opened so I may speak.
My anger will bind us.
At the wrists.
At the feet.
There is a rhythm of thought that I will never follow.
A rhythm I will never keep.
Like loose change, or that strange knick knack a family member makes you receive.
I will be scattered wildly and randomly.
FOCUS.
I may not always be here.
END?
