How Blind is an Eye?A Poem by Katie Floreswhen you REALLY LOOK at yourself, do you LIKE what you see?I sit here feeling sorry for myself, So I don’t even see the monster I’ve become. I stand and look, Not waiting for others to attack. I gather
myself, And pierce people’s soul. I look for their weakness to attack them
with, Swaddled poisoned swords in a witty joke. Bringing them down by cutting off esteem at the knees. I live for being the center of attention, With my smart mouth, Craving the laughter and approval of the crowd, Snickering and watching as their “friend” gets shot at. I use my sight not to bring others up, Not to raise them to where they should be, No, I cut them down at the knees. I’ve
been so scared of losing, Of being told of my imperfections, That I would rather lay someone low, Then to hear any criticism of my own. I possess neither a sharp wit, Nor a clever mind. I have barbed wire around myself, Hurting those who dare come close, And a simple orifice to spew toxic gunk. © 2015 Katie FloresAuthor's Note
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Added on January 20, 2013Last Updated on May 26, 2015 AuthorKatie FloresI see pine, not palm trees, i see forest and dirt, not sand and beaches, CAAbouti am starting to find myself. for the longest time i thought i could only be one thing, but im starting to realize... i can't. And well there's not much else to say... I am a pretty plain person, a.. more..Writing
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