Expired
Taking expired food out of work break room fridges
Knowing the taste of baking soda and shame
Only a few days to payday but oh I'm so hungry
If they knew would they like me the same?
Taking expired food out of work break room fridges
Knowing the taste of baking soda and shame
Only a few days to payday but oh I'm so hungry
If they knew would they like me the same?
I am rage
Lashing out
Needing no one
Scorning friendship
Rejecting compassion
Tears, suppressed by fury
Bleeding, but refusing all help
Despair, hidden by mocking derision
Loneliness, masked with wicked barbs
Why am I like this
(Fundamental flaws)
Why do I do this
(Unworthy soul)
Places I once dwelled, razed
Or else, destroyed by violence
Houses but not homes
The concept of permanence lost on me
Not realizing, until too late
That, perhaps
I would miss them when they were gone.
This maelstrom of chaos Imprisoned by chains I’ve forged Suppressing its mad joy With a veneer of civilization I often loathe
Delusions, I think in darker moments Crafted to cover for a life gone wrong Protecting my soul from the reality That I am approaching the end of my song
But the strangeness of late has been growing This mask of reality worn thin Seeing the holes in these constructs Perhaps when I believe, we’ll begin
Do open my eyes to these wonders Or close them like I’ve often done No return once these truths are accepted This new paradigm from which I cannot run.
What I offer Is not all I have to give But
It is all I am willing to share Seeking perfection Before
I’ve hidden my true self in poetry My life sometimes woven through prose Reality masquerading as fiction History written in these words I chose
In cipher I often tell you my secrets Fiction interspersed with the truth Too shy to ever tell you directly But offering myself should you sleuth
You wonder where the treasure is hidden The real girl oft hidden in shade If you search well you’re likely to find her In these poems and stories I’ve made.