I’ve forced the sharp pain of a needle under my left eye
and drew the image of a tear drop there.
You ask if I’ve killed someone
and my response is yes (check) and no (ex).
Would society (1) C (2) O (3) U (4) N (5) T
as a possible killer(?), or would they just blame it on
me, myself, or I?
Yeah, you may be able to SEE me,
but my thoughts no longer exist- even though you never really cared about them
anyways.
I loathe the way you so gallantly strut
towards the ones with a    g      a    p    between their legs,
charcoal coloured ink above and over their long eyelashes,
and a size six(6) waist,
or the ones with muscled abs,
and biceps that you can’t wrap your hands around.
Anyone who is even remotely like me- (aka) a disgrace to you-
have pale skin, like a phantom’s, from hiding in a dark lair that is our room,
and don’t have the body shape your saliva drips
for. Maybe I will disappear.