Inhale

you are subtly screaming the false identity you are presenting readily inhaling their words and forming their opinions in your own mind advertising the preferences you have swallowed chased by another lie another game causing pain who to blame but the world that has forced this horny drunk smoking mask upon you this angry game playing face it pastes on you they mold you they scold you their best friend they told you but their masks are fastened tightly to their faces like 9 of 10 cases where mask upon mask who've seen many faces are leaving real feeling in its shadow that it chases i hate that ugly mast that you wear that resembles the face of your friend over there who tries to make you believe that he doesn't care but let my mind think this i dare that he could not stand a condescending glare i see through that mask at a glance not a stare it doesnt take much to see that he is not that sensuous critical asshole whose hiding his hair he's using that hat to hide more than just hair he doesnt want us to see how he looks when he's bare without that mask and that hat i may shield my eyes more likely that i'll cry at the sight of that hurting little boy insidei found myself hating my poems for a long time, then i realized that i see other peoples' problems much better than my own...i began writing what i saw and what i thought they felt instead of what i felt because i couldnt explain how i felt. once i discovered how to write about other people it allowed me to write about myself...this is one about a "friend" of mine....shut down(another of my poems) is also about him. Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 09:33 AM PST   0 • 1