'Do you see the blue?'
I can't make them understand.
I can't make them see.
A pity party isn't What I want to achieve.
Even as I'm crying, leave me be.
I'm not the girl that they watch in the hallways,
Their flaws don't seem to break the surface.
the jealousy seems to break my heart without the help of a stranger.
the blue sky follows me anyhow, surfacing the angry frustration.
My scars scare many away.
yet I continue to stay
I worry that they want something more.
unsure if I hold what they wish inside of me, I walk out of the door.
glossy tears well up in my eyes, and it takes everything I have not to cry.
the people ask why
I tell them I try.
unable to sustain myself even, but welcoming others to lean on me.
the reality of the situation, is that I am weak.
my body getting more bleak by the hour.
I am ashamed of what I've become.
broken and spilled like the scum on the floors of ungroomed bums.
the taste of cheap bitter rum,
Sickly sweet,
five dollars for the busted up cheat.
