Willing to be a monster for attention

Do you see
The real me?
I am not the stranger
You want me to be
I am not your Angel above
For no longer am I given love
Fit for the child I am
Staring softly at the screen
Sitting
Waiting
Nothing
Comes for me
Saying it's ok, alright
Say goodbye to your ivory knight
Leaving
Yelling
Crying
Will you see
The real me?
Just for your eyes on me
I shall be
Who you make me to be


Submitted: March 09, 2012

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