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.

Tittu