Look Away

She doesn’t see the blood running down my elbow,

Nor does she see the blood run down my knees,

She doesn’t see the anger inside my temple,

I may gouge out my eyes, but Darling, I still can see.

My skin is cut open for now and someday it will eventually close,

I will pick the scab off to let the wound reopen once more,

This is a different medication with a different type of dose,

She is trained to look away, always reacquainting with the floor.

She’s bitter because I understand myself and know exactly how I feel,

Lost, confused, and frustrated to cope with what makes her real,

Society doesn’t recognize these problems in these broken lost souls,

I am the schizophrenic that has better self-control.

She crumbles into pieces as if she had enough,

I poke a hole in her skin to show her that her skin isn’t that tough,

Cry Baby, cry, the world revolves around you,

She’s oblivious that I am always looking through her with my baby blues.

She scatters her hopes while she loses herself in the words,

There is no time to rest when I fly amongst the birds,

I will chirp at her until the sun goes down,

It’s her turn to understand the frowns on all of the jugglers and the clowns.