Ignore me. br I do not realize- br I have absolutely no poise br and I have no ties anymore. br For no one can be trusted. br Will they all turn by me? br Assist me. br I am just a girl in the corner, br alone in her own miserable company. br And aching, br Deeply into despair- br Why do they stand by each other? br Leave me. br I want to have meaning too, br may be then I will find another. br And may be then I will prove it to them. br Will I spoil the standing somehow? br Stop me. br My imaginings are gone, br they flew out the window. br And I hear the odium’s bell-sweet release. br When can I get theses similes out of my skull? br Remind me. br I can not handle anymore dismissal. br I think that I will just lie down and sigh- br And perhaps cry with a bit more emotion. br What makes my mind so lacking in the finding? br Fake me. br I find myself wiping off the stares. br I hear the mutterings which only I can comprehend. br Words no longer spoil anymore. br When did the line end? br Lose me. br br “The itsy bitsy writer crept br yet, br downward come the hand and scratch the fire out- br And circle a round the rhyming- the eroding, pocket filled of posers— br br Do we all dropp down? br br Ignore me.