Psychic

He tells me what to live for
Having no clue
What I've felt
Or how I live.

He says
Wait for just three more years
And you're out.
I say
By three more years
I'll be crazy
And then never be out.

He says
I'm being a coward.
I say
I am.
So what?

He says
Live for family and friends.
I say
My family doesn't care
And my friends can get over it.
(Few as they may be as I am "socially stunted")

He says
He won't.
I know
He will.

He says
He'll keep bothering me
And won't forget.
I know
He'll stop
And he'll forget.

Because,
I showed myself
For one afternoon,
As the pathetic, ugly, stupid,
Cowardly, vulnerable misfit that I am.
And now
Again,
*Masks.
So,
I'll be fine
He'll be fine
And soon,
Everything
Will be
Just...
Fine....

By Beth
*see earlier poem
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