A String of Unraveled Subconscious Thoughts

A poem that came from a place I don't understand, the subconscious.

Why must we be

Unfriendly when I have no choice

But to follow you

Amongst other peers.

The way you look at me

As if I were a tin can

Only time will tell the difference.

Perhaps if I had a bag

To throw around

I would be able to see

The plastic swirling around my face.

The shades of grey it contains

The crinkling sound that erupts from its place

The blinding highlights and reflections it releases

A simple no would've been enough.

Author's Note

I was trying an interesting approach to find out what hidden subconscious thoughts float inside my head. None of it was edited, I just wanted it to be fully raw and exactly the sentences that came from the top of my head. Any opinions or comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading.