Quietly apart
To you it may seem like apathy, this watching, this waitingTo me it seems like saving a life
I look through everyone, finding the people I keep with me
All fractured. I am drawn to the breaks, a pain junkie
Knowing I have the power to heal but not the confidence to be able
Hiding what I am, what I feel.
I am not the person you know. I am something else.
All you know of me is the kaleidoscopic reflections of my friends
From each one I draw a piece of myself
And arrange them in an elaborate persona so I don’t have to find myself
People find me agreeable as I become their compliment.
The opposite side of their coin. The yin to their yang.
All the time I am watching, waiting.
When they fall I pick them up.
And feast on their goodwill.
But now the guilt I carry with me overwhelms.
Now the sleeper will awaken
I will shine and I will fight
Even though I know the price.
As I’ve said before, my fatal flaw
The love of loss.
Last modified: Monday, February 16th, 2026 at 9:24pm
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