Stained Monochrome Wings

Invisible Monster

04-14-13

I need you to

look at me and see

the Invisible Monster exists.

Make me feel needed,

please need me.

Breathe adoration into

my pathetic, shallow

existence.

Love me, hate me,

either,

recognize me and

put meaning into myself.

Too weak-willed

to make an alteration,

faineant and abjected.

I cannot endeavor,

with all the effort

and will

in a self-centered world.

Me, me, me.

Putting off this fabrication

that it's all for you, you, you.

Unable to deal without you,

you push me

to the edge;

occasionally away from the edge.

I don't know myself,

in solitary I sit

decaying.