You, Again

A stranger sits atop a couch,
A throne, a ferris wheel, another modern trauma slouch.
Stranger than me? I'm stranger than most...
The feeling is even vaguer, nothing but a ghost.

Your voice I hear, but I don't see you,
I want to look, but.. I'm scared I'll come loose.
You remind me of someone from way back in my past,
One repeatedly there... like lines on an atlas.

Her name is irrelevant, her actions remain
The reason that for some reason, I still can't refrain;
My fear accompanies all of my thoughts,
She's the one that put it there, and it's continued to rot.

Albeit, when it all started I was only nine,
But people can be sociopaths at any given time.
Although you might not be one and the same,
I still hear echoes of another's manipulative game.

I may be stranger than most, I'm still not protected,
Yet I've never bailed on a conversation turned hectic.

It stings like alcohol swirling around an absent tooth;
A recessed place all dark minds swing to when in a darker mood...

Your demeanor is stale, yet cuts like glass,
Digging into the screeching wheels of a skidding board losing it's gas..
Sour, what fuels you, melancholy; your fight...
...because, who on Earth cares that much about being right?

But, given the circumstances, I'll happily obey;
Abide by the new laws even if it's too late...
Just leave the smirk on your side of the fence,
I'll always be the one that broke the silence.

Unkind, uncaring, trivial comments...
But who am I to find fault within them?
If I look too hard, my efforts will strain..
But I know what I see-
-It's you, again.

Reviews

[Fatima]

wow this is so deep. I actually love it!

[Indra's Child]

Thank you for the review, glad you liked it.