The walls pull me closer
And my imperfect face sits in shadows.
I’d rather it be there
Than have you have to see.
Because I don’t want you to see.
I’ve dragged my heart across the floor where I’ve stepped
And my eyes will show you my unhappiness
And my clothes are stained with hasty mistakes
And my hands are coarse from work
That no one sees the effects of.
The songs I sung were never heard
The books I read bear no memory of my desperate
Need for solace in the syntax.
Our conversation melted away with the weeks since it passed
My lips now parched from the lack of spoken comfort.
My limbs are swelled from the lack of sleep
And the weight of this heavy despair that sinks deeper than my soul.
My failure apparent, my putrid reflection visible,
I don’t want you to see me. This worthless me.