Free verse № 44348
What Do You Want From Me?
Your wit is sharp,
Like a needle in my eye,
As I fall to my knees
Adorned in agonizing disfigurement.
What do you want from me?
You ask in mock innocent bewilderment,
Laughing inside like a gibbon
Gone mad in the forest.
You watch me cling
To the dark pillar
Of my self loathing,
Adding the final touch
With smug cruelty:
Can't we just be friends?
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