The Shade

A piece from the book Fractured Paths of Disheartened Minds Visit: www.soadioh.com

I see them smiling.

Anxious for my arrival.

But I feel a loathing.

Bent towards my destruction.

Speaking from afar, counting very close.

Burdening me with pounds that matter the most.

It’s like I’m secretly hated.

Though it’s not really covert.

Their smiles say, “Hi.”

But their eyes say, “Bye.”

“Why this skinny rat? Can’t even match.”

I don’t ask why.

Don’t even try anymore.

Many people aren’t willing to explore self-hatred.

There isn’t any love, when the rays shine in their eyes.

Just the shade thrown to shield me from their thighs.