They watched me
Meticulously.
Their eyes tracing the outline
Of my thoughts
Playing dot-to-dot with
My secrets.
They watched me
Caustically
Insultingly.
Their mouths twisted
In a virulent
Smile.
I know I cannot trust them.
Sometimes though,
I try to.
When they tirelessly
Parade before me,
Sometimes,
I shove my apprehension
And stare into their eyes.
But, I never feel
Better.
I feel decayed.
And, then I glance into
The mirror
On the wall,
And stare at myself
Staring at me.
I watch myself
Meticulously.
My eyes trace the outline
Of my thoughts.
My thoughts play dot-to-dot
With my secrets.
I watch myself
Sneeringly,
Insultingly.
My mouth twisted
In a virulent
Smile.
I know I cannot trust myself.
But, sometimes though,
I try to.
5 comments:
Spectacular writing.
That's a freaky picture. Definitely cool. But still freaky. And I'M freaked out because whatever is on your wall is on my wall. And now that I know you don't trust yourself I shall move all my valuables to a place of which I know of... that you don't.
i'm with Amber....
kinda scary.
I can't imagine you'd sleep well thinking about faces on your wall.
though, i agree in the end...
You really can't trust yourself
:(
looks like you owe me a music mix.
Post a Comment