Every room is empty
And every seat is bare
There's no-one home I'm here alone
Yet still I feel the stares

It follows me into my home
When I sleep I'm not alone
I shrug it off but it won't get lost
It's with me when I roam

The feeling of being watched
It gives me paranoia
I twist and turn, I feel the burn
Around my neck it coils

This weight on my shoulders
Combined with this glare
Buck and roll, duck and dodge
It's with me everywhere I go

You act as if you hadn't a clue
You act as if I hadn't talked to you
You act as if I hadn't tried till in the face I was blue

I did, I tried
I did, but you only sighed
I did,rivers of tears I cried

Why are you such a *******
Why is your agony dispread
Why did you not listen and ended up mislead

I beckoned you to come near
I beckoned you so I could make it clear
I beckoned you but you only looked at me with that sneer

So I let you do it your own way
So I let you become the prey
So I let you crumble in just mere days

Now i'll just set and watch
Now I'll just set while all of it you botch
Now I'll just set as you make another notch

If only you had not just listened but heard
If only you hadn't let things get so blurred
If only you hadn't acted so absurd

I sat and I watched you expire
I sat and I watched as your situation got dire
I sat and I watched as you set yourself on fire

You call me girl
And I call you boy.
You are you
and me, I am me.

Yet we are the same.
We are cruel,
to others, yet to ourselves.
We are bad, which is fine.
I never liked the good.
For it was boring, useless,dull.

You call me *****.
I call you *****.
You with your black inked skin.
devilish tattoos, and piercings.

You smile at me and I cannot help but smile back.
We are not happy, for we do not know the meaning.
But we take the little joy we get with each simple ****, smoke, fight.
For that is what life is for you and me.

We have learned, that the weak are the most brave when faced,
And the strong, are the most devious.
We are the strong, for to be brave is useless.
Why be given, when it is so much more fun to take.

We were once scared of the monsters when we were children,
we once fought for the good.
But then we gave up when we saw the evil was to much
and now we smile, laugh , drink with the monsters, because,
we realized that there was no good, only the illusion of sanity.

But now we know better, for to be insane is to be sane.
We are bad.

you call me girl
I call you boy
you call me *****
I call you *****

You are wretched
and me
I am Wicked.

We are both of the evil.
We are both Insane.

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It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days

She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully

But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small

That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers

It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends

It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions

I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching

Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show

Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed

I watch myself
watch myself
watching their dance,
my action is actioned
by panel and plan

Significant thought
to trivial task,
I find myself missing
that which I've hatched

Impromptu I can do,
in scrutinies stare,
replayed ad infinitum
pretend I don't care

When waiting has waited
and I dare to break free,
will the watcher be waiting
or will I be free?