Dear Nobody,

Listen to my banter with your eyes

I’m in disbelief

And disturbed 

By art’s demise

Life’s become a distraction from fiction

Lost the imagination to hand friction

Can’t find a rock to hide under

or enough paint to create a disguise

I don’t want to be human

I just want to feel ALIVE

My hands are filthy

from shaking hands with opportunity

As it leaves me behind

Mind washed to agree

to stay in this life

I only stay for you

because I have something to prove

are we out of debt yet?

Or will we always have something due?

Caged birds from birth

Didn’t learn to fly

But I did learn to flirt

With the time I spend on earth

Lived in blurred sight

but now I actually feel blind

from the fires sparked around me, by their lies

They surround me

then burn me

I’d run

but at least I won’t feel lonely

another lie

the truth is broken glass that you never want to pick up

because of the pain it can cause

but aren’t you tired of wearing that gauze

Dear Nobody

can you help me become somebody?

-cindy