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”
Copyright © Georgia Lackely | Year Posted 2021
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