I watch Them
Watching me.
With Their vacant eyes
They caress me
And hate me
For everything They are
And all that I am not.
Their glares
Like needles full of hot rage
Pierce the nonchalance of my outer shell
And lead me to wonder
"Why do They hate me so?"
It's not that I care--
I don't--
But I always have to know
The reason to the broken rhymes.
So much venom in that single glare
And I wonder
"Why?"
And so I gaze back
With a cool
Emotionless
Unassuming gaze
And try my best to know.
And to save.
And to heal.
So my unfeeling chill
The ice in my glance
I warm it with compassion
And look to Them with love.
I allow a few pieces of my heart
To burst through the thin shell of apathy
That I have so carefully placed between
Myself
And Them.
Only to find
That my fragile
Glassy
Porcelain heart
Shatters against
The cold hard ice
Of Their walls
As They hate me.

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