Intruder

Press on nails bitten and broken

Armpit stains on designer clothing

I am peeling, knowing they’ll notice

Yet, I match their motive

Marble statues and pruned roses

Mask the populated neurosis

Hide the affairs and the hopeless

Take our fears out of focus

Death is nothing next to decay

Destruction to those who lose face

And cannot afford to reshape

We forget what we forsake

While we strangle and manipulate

Tiny moments of constraint 

It’s far better to articulate

To better be conveyed

I am peeling, knowing they’ll notice

I am flailing and I know it

I do not belong here

Reviews

[Franky]

This is beautifully written. I am humbled! I've read it three times and I'm starting to get it! Lol. This kinda seems like (to me anyway), a review of our shallow culture. Maybe not. Idk

[Sarah Jane]

Thank you so much for your response! You're on the right track

[Franky]

You are good! Keep writing.

[wordman]

powerful write,i liked it

[Sarah Jane]

Thank you for your comment

[wordman]

you`re welcome