~In Need of Repairs~

Things were great in the start,
huh,
yeah grand and that noise--
smile and hug you,
perfect pretense
of poise.
But you seem bothered by real
life,
when it breaks the facade--
my narrations disturb you,
like a deathmask
of God.

I know something is wrong--
was it something I said?
The words I left out?
The fact I wish I were
dead?

Maybe I'm just
pleasant until
you
know me. . .

The argument's stupid,
right?
white noise and a scream--
does it bug you so much,
that I'm not quite
what I seem?
So shut out your static,
please,
and give me some time--
I'm not your illusion,
like you think you
were mine.

I know it's pissing you off--
is it worth it to fix?
Are you gonna stop whining?
Stop calling me a dumb
bitch?

Maybe you should
listen when
I
warn you. . .

You're so goth like a
schoolgirl,
poser right to the bone--
don't swear you respect me,
then never leave
me alone.
If my obessions disturb
you,
you've the full right to leave--
don't say I'm holding you back,
don't say I'm making
you grieve.

I know that something's amiss--
was it something I did?
Was it something I showed you?
Was it something I
hid?

Maybe I should
just give up
on
trying. . .

Maybe I should just give up. . .

Shut my mouth and just give up
on

trying. . .


~~~(c) 12/27/02 The Mad Poet (A. K. LaBelle)