Flat

You are flat, a mere fabrication of life.

There is a difference between

You

and

I

 

I stare into your eyes.

They're flat and cold.

There is a glimmer of reality.

But I know

it is an illusion.

 

You are a creation.

A mere reflection of life.

A whim of a romantic.

A shadow of the self,

with no dimension or feeling.

 

You are paper.

I can rip you,

tear you.

Destroy you

for your facade of reality.

 

How dare you pretend!

That coy look in your eye.

That smile planted on your

greyscale face.

Makes me want to vomit.

 

Yet you have something.

A mystery about you.

A story behind those

flat and ever staring eyes.

I want it.

 

There is a difference between

You

and

I

 

You are flat but

I am hollow.

Author's Note

This is one of the most recent poems I have written. Critique and feedback much appreciated.