Tristan Robert Lange

A Mime\'s Mockery

I hate the way I look
Into blank gazes.
 
I hate the way I hear
Silence for answers.
 
I hate the way I give
Only to be considered
 
TOO MUCH.
 
I hate the way I feel
When you feel nothing.
 
I hate my own presence
In this world of ghosts.
 
I hate that I hear your voice
When mine is fallen
By the wayside,
 
A mime’s mockery.
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 27, 2025.
 
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