Poem I wrote

One thousand eyes aren’t watching me

Yet their pupils still peer

I feel collateral to laughter

Though no malicious motive is clear

My brain slanders my surroundings

Yet nothing had even thought of me

It doesn’t matter what I’m told

My mind will spin it in hateful ways

The most positive of affection

Knows not what pain it can lay

You mumble that you “love” me

Yet silently you shout I burden you

As much as I yearn for your guidance

I know I’d be disappointed after all

You could offer me my desires

And simply new dreams would spool

I find a sick sense of peacefulness

In my complete mess of a mind

My personality is molded by my pain

Who am I without my own experiences