Myths and Monsters

I don't ask anyone for much no more than I'm willing to give myself I learned to temper my expectations a long time ago the consequence of constant disappointment disillusioned down to the deepest depths of my soul after all I’ve been told that has proven untrue people pretending to think and feel differently than they do their mask melting away to reveal their real visage brandishing blades they thrust into my back gutted as by a Samurai committing Seppuku run through by swords of insincerity my screams rendered silent I bear the blame and shame they refuse to claim upon my own broad shoulders my snaky spine bowing under the weight like Quasimodo A simple salutation would be a start to heal my harrowed heart some sort of abstract acknowledgement assurance that I’m more than a collection of cells consuming resources with no productive purpose that my words aren’t wasted on this apathetic world where it seems everyone strives only to feed their own ego How can one catch another’s attention without coming across as crazy? I’ve never seen the inside of a prison or a psychiatric facility aside from a couple that had been converted into museums A weary woman embarking on an expedition searching for any shred of evidence of the elusive "nice guy' unpretentious people who aren’t afraid to prove they care others attest are out there, not merely mythical creatures but then some say the same about Bigfoot Maybe the existence of an eight foot ape is more believable