The Cons of Empathy.

Coping with lonliness and abandonment.

The social butterfly

has broken her wings.

And a wolf has emerged

from the buddleia.

 

There is a bat

beating its wings in the attic.

Flailing, bashing,

trying to make it out.

 

Do you remember,

when we were all a part of the pack?

I was the one

who you all ran to.

 

But what happens

when you no longer need to stretch your legs?

I stand here,

howling at the moon alone.

 

The rock is always

there for support.

But no one is ever there to stop it

from rolling down the hill.

 

Is that my function?

To be leaned on,

stepped on.

Disregarded?

 

All I needed

was one person to exclaim my significance.

And I’d ignore

the impulse to plummet.

 

I do not belong

With the bird or the bees,

In the packs or the parties.

I am tired.

 

Open the window,

burn the bushes.

Push me down the land scapes.

I am already bruised. I am done.

Reviews

[Robin]

you wrapped up your thoughts perfectly with last stanza , well done

[Nothing Personal]

Oh Nice write. Great use of allegory and metaphors to impress upon your point.

[Steve]

This is incredible sad......but i like it because this was ME in high school.....and for part of college.

I felt that way too. I just needed one person to really care......

Good write!