You cannot hear my disconcert for your fool ways.
You cannot fear my repertoire of words to hear,
You block me out, never let me in, and I beg to be let in.
I beg to be a part of you
Like I used to be, when we were friends,
But you would rather push me down,
Spit in my face,
And laugh towards my teary eyed expression.
You lack the disquiet demeanor that makes a person unique.
You are one person
In a crowd of people who are the same.
That luster, the spark,
That individuality that once made you YOU,
Has now taken a terrible nose-dive into the ground,
Crashed and burned.
Now you are like everyone else,
And I am the one who appears different.