radioactive poison decaying
leaking and seeping
out of every good intention
you can’t touch me or even get near me
for you run the risk of contamination
and all of my doubts and skepticism
will be yours to bear
dragging you to the depths
where nothing thrives or grows
cells mutate into this monster of
how you wish it could be
vague impressions of a better life
of a better way of living
barely scratch the surface of this
hazardous cavern of pity and hate
IT IS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH
ever.
I am not what you want me to be
I never will be that
all efforts unnoticed under this protective suit you handle me with
all rigid plastic and dark glasses
double standards and misread messages
labels applies all wrong, upside down and backwards
hidden under forgetfulness and unrealistic ideals
perhaps its time for me to go
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