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
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2022
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