Wound

Drifting away: waving to the departed. Trying to conjure an emotion, urging myself to evoke some kind of reaction. Forsaking the lonely & deserted. Standing so proudly upon my arrogance screaming aloud. I don't care who hears, I don't care who stops & stares. Trying to voice what I feel- to heal myself from the wounds of youth. This monstosity you see before you is a wounded soul in need of love. Please don't leave me for someone better. I'll be whatever you want me to be, just say you love me!