The Cost of Congeniality

broken 

eyes.

shat-

-tered

Windows.

crushed glass

screams softly. 

broken 

eyes.

broken, 

I

need touch.

touch

me,

please.

I

please, so touch me.

please, 

please 

please

I cried

last day

       (or three)

hear my pleas!

I cry out

to silhouettes

“Friends”

“Soulmates”

Fiends; Soul bait.

too late [I’m] trapped

too boxed in

to be left out.

      Alone 

in the crowd.

I need release.

Windows closed,

I hang 

my head.

They missed 

me

Mourned 

me

Forgot 

[ ]

When I was dead

-- Miss Congeniality