Personally

6.25.01

Personally,
I could care less
If your words were strong enough
to come falling down,
and dismantle my brilliant crown,
that I recently placed upon my head
with high hopes that
it would finally stay stable
Is anything real enough
that I could place my troubles against it,
without it breaking?
All I see is glass menageries,
cloaked in sheep's clothing
With their soul purpose to hide & disguise
I wonder what they see
on the other side of my ocular vessels,
staring straight through me,
with their opinions already formulated
Could they possibly understand
my intricate brain patterns?
The ones that have slowly trickled
out through the years,
from behind my lower lobes.
My insides shed a tear,
and leave me soaked,
without my umbrella,
drowning practically
in my own self-loathing,
and my eyes are filled to the 3/4 quart line
and I can't breathe now,
but personally,
I could care less.