Myself

Without the flowers No one gives up attention This is not pretty for me This is not quite poetic I am the essence of an overworked stress ball I’m starting to scare myself I am all that is obscurity I am the personification of melancholy The ones that care project themselves as if to sacrifice But without the flowers, no one gives up attention This is not in a dictionary There is no reference mark I sometimes forget to apologize to myself I am not my life I sometimes believe I can no longer take it all I am not the subliminal message of verse I am unspoken