junecleavage

So here is something you may not know about me...

Sunday, April 12, 2009
The note
I get passed between them all
Like a note
They shake their heads
And look at me with an
Unmistakable pity in their eyes
But nobody knows what to do about it
Nobody knows how to make it stop
They throw possibilities at me like darts
In the hopes that one might someday be a bull's eye
But they're not even close
To hitting the mark
The truth is
Most of them respond with a shrug
And return to their pool of familiarity
They cannot be bothered
With this
And I
Bathed in the armor my disease
Emotionally battle myself
As though my psyche, too, has turned a
Full attack upon itself
I wonder
Is this my just reward?
Is this the retribution
I must pay
For a life that some might say
Was less than discreet?
I didn't follow the rules
And I have been known to say
"Who says?" "Why?" and "No"
Maybe a few too many times
Is this the silent prison I
Have been sentenced to reside within?
It's like house arrest isn't it?
Like a note
They'll pass me
Through hushed and hurried whispers
They'll look for one last potion
To assure that if they cannot
Heal my body
They'll numb my mind
So I won't even notice
Anymore