fingerprints fading from the glass walls.
can't compare with indelible marks and scratches
the mended breaks that insight your response.
and so on.
and if i am angry it is taken as weakness
and if i am sad, just a fragile actress.
and if i am happy well, then all is right within these worlds.
my words fall unheard. like flakes of snow
awake to the drifts that collected in the night while they slept.
my nightmares have become hunters that stalk when i am awake.
but i won't leave a trace from this exhausted chase.
my thoughts take shape and would form sound
that would fill the room
but there is no sound
smiling mime. unheard. unkept.
so take this home and watch it wither and die.
weary of playing god assessing and reassessing the value of it's life
who am I?
make that case lower.
and teetering like a child on the playground, constantly ignoring and excusing the symptoms. the seriousness.
laugh it off as folly while the shadows haunt me in the night
remind me in the day
and pull away
and watch the fingerprints and breath fading from the glass walls