Mental Health
Saturn
I always hated your silence. An excavator will always lose to you. You are the voiceless face of criticism, judging me for all of my faults. I can never measure up to whatever hologram you wanted me to be. Morally superior, I was the failure no one could fix. The scapegoat run amok. You are lukewarm to my furious intensity. The band aid to my melancholy wounds. Mechanical, robotic. Disconnected and psychotic. Keep your awkwardness to yourself. We're not all sentimental here. Most of us are just happy to be sad. Too depressed to compromise. Too exotic, too unstable. In the arcane realm, even you are obscure. I baptized myself to earn a place at your mercy. I medicated myself to elevate to your cacophony. I contorted everything, I distorted everything. A hollow creator, an absent ringleader. Your silence arrived right on time. I would've tried just for you. My tears are inconsolable but I hear nothing. There is only silence
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
