
Look at me
And watch my hand
Follow lies
Of mice and man
Take your comfort
In my eyes
And when I’m gone
You’ll be surprised
I can make you see me different
Your favorite qualities I’ll accent
Showing you the man you seek
Speaking in terms quite oblique
Your eyes tell me what you want
And body tells me what to flaunt
I dance the dance until I’m through
And when I’m done, you’ll miss me too
I blend in any form of crowd
Group of friends or party loud
I’ve long since lost who I once was
Memories lost in mental fuzz
I may have always been this way
Never black or white, but gray
Perhaps, this is what I desired
Created from attention’s fires
All that matters now it seems
Is faking smiles and petty schemes
One day I’ll either find myself
Or fade away entirely
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold




Comments (1)
Nice poem , i really liked the last two lines