I’ve come unattached.
You know?
It’s better this way.
I’ve stayed
Sane,
Although some would argue otherwise.
People can talk
And they can poke
And hit
But I can push them
To a dark place in my heart.
But what will happen
When I want to
Be close?
I won’t know how.
A layer
Of human skin
Blistered
Weathered
But so comfortable.
It makes me strangely
Happy.
I’m
Lonely
Without it.
I’m not prepared to
Throw it away.
It makes me
Who I am.
I could have been
Different
But I’m
Not.
Are you
Disappointed?
Well you shouldn’t be, you all
Made me.
Are you
Happy?
Well you shouldn’t be,
I’m fucked.
Are you
Scared?
I am too.
I’ll be different when I
Grow up.
Maybe I’ll move away.
I’ll
Pretend
That I’m better.
I’ll
Pretend
That I don’t have problems.
I’ll
Pretend
To be adjusted
And I’ll say what you want to hear.
I’ll
Pretend
To be your perfect child.
I’ll
Pretend
That I’m doing it all for myself.
Oh, wait,
I already do.
