One of my more straight forward poems.
Some People Call It
All eyes on you.
Look at how they're staring.
You're gross to them
like chewed bubblegum
stuck to the bottom of their shoes.
See how they sneer.
They think just the sight of you
is something that warrants nausea
in the common human being.
You're torturing them, you know.
Your presence in the aisle
is making them all sick.
Can't you hear them laughing?
It's directed at you.
That's why they stopped
the moment you walked by.
There's something on your back.
Can't you feel it?
I know you feel it.
Toilet paper in your pants
and candy wrapper stuck to your ass.
That's why the joke's on you.
Everyone thinks your hideous and the ones that don't
just think you look like the punch line of a bad joke.
You should just hide away
and never face the light of day.
Did you lock the door on the way out?
Did you turn the oven off?
Did you make sure everything was
out of the dogs reach?
Did you bring all the dogs inside?
What if you left one outside?
What if you forgot to close the door
and the wind lets them loose?
What if a fire starts?
What if a tornado rips through town?
What if it floods
and you loose everything you can't replace?
What if your family is hurt?
What if there's an accident?
What if you lose everyone you love
and have to keep on living?
What if they just leave you
because you're too much of a burden?
What if everything in life
never gets any better than this?
What if you fail?
What if you never make a difference?
What if you really don't matter
like you've always question?
You know he's done with you.
He's decided to move on.
He's found someone better.
He's found someone new to love.
He's changed his mind about you.
He's realized he was wrong
and everything he thought about you
was merely an illusion.
He's forgotten you.
He's going to leave.
Or maybe he's hurt.
Maybe he's injured.
Maybe he's dead and you'll
spend your whole life wondering;
you will never know.
You know everything you do is wrong.
Remember that one time,
when you were three years old,
talking about the octopus and the jar
and shouted out "testicles" in Wendy's
when you really meant "tentacles".
Or that one time when in school,
you reached down to get your book,
and split your pants right up the middle.
What about the time you fell
right into the wall
when you were forced to wear high heels at that wedding.
And don't even get me start
about the one time that guy
tried to actually speak to you
and you froze, couldn't speak
and he looked at you like you were stupid.
And recently, when you went to King's Dominion
and stepped out of the car
and the mere sight of all the people
made you break down in the lot.
Those guys were there and staring
and looking at you weird
and you just happened to see them
so it made the whole thing worse.
Shall I go on...?
Some people call it anxiety
but I just call it hell.