Echo

Tell me tell me What do they say about me, what do they whisper, what do they say? I don’t believe you when you say, “what?” as if you are shrugging off My questioning, becoming suddenly annoyed. What do they see about me, what do they notice, what do they see? Wishing I had a telescope to peer inside their brains, pick out every single fleeting thought And consider it Shakespeare. Tell me tell me I need to know, I must know, I want to know But you have become my Echo and I have become Narcissus, Repeating me forever uselessly, “No” “No” “No”