Thank you,

For this one sided conversation

This slice of real, craved by millions

Why does it seem

When so many others listen

That your words sing to me, and only me?

Happiness is finding a way to be grateful for your pain

But is that what you did?

Among the stories, the tabloids

The pictures, the captions,

The rumors, the lies.

Where is happiness for you?

You,

Calling from the peak of some

Manufactured mountain---

A skyscraper with a locked door

When few have the key,

Fewer still are willing to climb the stairs---

A peak millions lifted you to

Including me, I fell into step with the rest

My hands are dirty too

We gave you voice

And you spoke, but what about?

Stories, tabloids,

pictures, captions,

Rumors, lies.

There is no real between us

Just an ocean I don’t know how to cross

On the other side of which I don’t really know what lies---

If anything

How can you not see---

From across the ocean,

From the peak of the mountain,

The topmost floor of the skyscraper---

See the people you left behind?

Your words don’t scream to me, and only me.

They fly across the ocean like paper airplanes

Trickle down the sides of that mountain like a stream

Fall through the sky like rain

And you can’t control who gets wet

So where is happiness for you?

If you can bare it, tell the truth

For God’s sake, tell the truth

Because I can’t stand you

Telling me that one day, I will be grateful for my pain

When you don’t even know

If you are