Lost Love Lust

Staring into the emptiness of their faces, my lip quivers with a certain disgust.

Specific to the situation, I stare into space as if forever waiting for logic.

Surrounded by no reason, giving up seems fancier as each day passes.

Local Nurse declares, it is only an emergency if you are hemorrhaging or have something broken.

It is a fucking emergency.

No, I am not bleeding. On the outside, at least.

I am bleeding inside.

Rage, Loss, and Confusion all float like the small cells of creation throughout my worn out veins.

Teacher, look at me and tell me you will give me information.

Give me information that will make me a smarter being.

Look right into my eyes and give me that.

Give me that.

That’s what I thought.

I look at their absent laughs, attempting to understand.

I am a hypocrite, a hypocrite in this entire life.

A true facade of fake and beautiful.

The sculpture the world artist molded year in and year out.

Purpose?

Hello parent, tell me what’s my lesson.

Look right through me.

As the beautiful melody would hum along, you will try and sway me, hope to god that I
will hear it, but you speak on ears deafened long ago.

Open the door to the world, expect me to be happy.

Expect me to hope.

Drop an atomic bomb for all I care.

We all deserve it.

Selfish, attention-needing, life sucking, uninteresting beings.

You want me to learn?

Oh. Trust me.

I am.

You want me to open my eyes?

Oh. Trust me.

I am.

Lock myself between the four walls, light a cigarette, personal poison and fair anger.

No expression.

No hope.

No need.

Am I learning?

Oh yeah.

I am.