Breathtakingly Beautiful Meh...

come on,

take that

fucking mirror

and go away,

I don't want

to be

on your display.

stop showing

all my cracks

and how

you used

silly putty

to fill them

large and small,

having been

judged by you

to be undeserving

of real clay

hurt the

worst of all.

I keep trying to

leave this place

this meh face

and slip

so far away

that there's

no way I

could be found,

but you make it

so much harder

when you

come around.

I can feel

the ache

sometimes

so dull

like a soft

tapping,

a quiet

constant

threat to

dismember

my s o u l.

at other

times any

small ache

I might have

had before

becomes a

battering ram

against the

the baby soft

part of my

very c o r e.

with fist

and jaw

clenched,

a mask that

cannot,

must not,

slip and show,

the inner

starvation

spreads

as it eats

away at any

yearning

that might

dare to

to g r o w.