Bull In A China Shop

You are the push
and I am the pull.
I am the china shop,
And you are the bull.

The never ending tug-of-war,
The countless broken shards…
This is the hand that I’ve been dealt,
But all I’ve got are shitty cards.

I’ve done the best I can
To man up and be strong.
But my very soul gets tired
From always being wrong.

I am stupid,
I am weak.
I am dramatic,
And I’m a freak.

You look down at me,
Like I am just a mess.
I’m just another button
Here for you to press.

You listen,
but you don’t really hear.
You look,
But you don’t see that clear.

I see the world in 3D,
While you see it in 2.
I hear more than just a song,
But it’s only noise to you.

Even if you read this poem,
You’d just see meaningless words.
You’d say it could be better,
And that poetry’s for the birds.

In a room full of people,
I feel utterly alone.
I am on the wrong side
Of a thick wall of stone.

I want to be someone else,
Someone who just sees facts.
Someone strong and smart,
Who isn’t full of cracks.

But I am just a broken china shop,
And no one comes here anyway.
I’ll be here picking up the pieces,
Hoping you understand some day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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