Light headed and eager,
to see something I cannot see,
The epitome of a loner,
“THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND ME”,
But the ego greets —
and tackles the only light left in my soul.
I must remember to be conscious–
of the actions I convey through my tone.
I say, “I am sorry,” again and again,
but only my head is free…
Therefore, I must contemplate
Why to speak, if all I talk about is
the way I think things shall be.
It is me and me and me
in relation to you,
It is anguish beneath my eyes
as your heavy feet enter the room.
For, I am the creation of others,
and I hate what they have done.
I am an exaggerated being filled up with
angst in each lung.