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I wish I could understand myself,

I know the world doesn't fit with me,

My existance is too feign and livid

to comprehend my own ambitions

I just want to leave

so no one can see me.

I want to figure out

what's watching me.

It's an uncomfortable infatuation,

like sitting in a hole with

spectators watching over you,

yet doing nothing as you cry.

I suppose what I want is

my own anonymity,

free of judgement,

to disregard my harmful petulance,

to be understood.

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