We all can't be so perfect,
here I am,
fucking warts and all
You, the pampered princess
who Life snuggled beneath Her bosom
Me, a walking disaster
falling apart,
curiously detached from it all

Empty world,where is my place?
lashed across this ugly face
Oh I know, just another mark,
fumbling around,
lost in the dark
waiting for these pieces to fit,
another circle, jammed into a square

One decisive pity shower,
raining spittle from your disgusted mouth,
not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel,
pathetic lip service,
from plastic sinking ships
Yet I strive ever forward,
watching the animosity coming closer
and all I've got to show for it,
is a withdrawn look,
that you've mistaken for love...

mathiasthom
written 10/13/08