Your babble
Has cleaned out my eardrums
Dry.
The canal through which I listen
Has become damaged
Of your words.
Too much–
It's an overload.
System Malfunction.
Stop pouring into me your talk
Or I will shut down.
But I bet you won't notice
Ever,
Even when you'll be talking to a corpse.

I'm leaking again.
Oh well, 
another bandage will do.
I love that nobody listens
or notices,
As if they'd even care.

I write "don't bother" on my door
Yet they come in,
And not to ask what's wrong
But to ask for me to give instead
My attention
My sympathy
Or a favour.
Can't you see that I have none?

You look for a smile on my bandaged body
So that you don't have to look
At the leaks.

I...

Give
No Expectations.
Give
But don't aim to receive.

The goodness in giving–
It is selfless
And blossoms the heart.

What do you give when you have nothing.
You begin to give yourself.
Time.
Attention.
Priority.
Dedication.
Sacrifice.
Life.
Until you wither of the giving extremity. 

There was no room for imperfection
Only Normal.
I am allowed happiness,
sadness,
fear,
and worry.
But I must play dumb to depression
to terror and panic
to anxiety.

My chest is too tight 
But it keeps filling.

My mouth is shut;
I cannot speak–

I was raised to be better than this
I was moulded to perfection
No matter what I was made of.

I was raised to deny
That I have issues.
I was raised to accept
That I...

Don't abandon me like this,
I cannot tolerate it.
My structure crumbles
And all that is perfect goes to dust.
You left
A void
That I cannot fathom.
    I cannot breathe.

It is unfillable.
No drink
No meal
Could replace how I feel;
Could replicate the disaster 
You've caused me to be.

With you I re-balance 
Re-understand 
Re-realize
Regain sanity and stability.
Please don't leave me,
I cannot bear to be imperfect. 

Everything I want doesn't want me.
Everyone I want doesn't want me.
What I want doesn't like me,
Therefore, nothing wants me.

Some things I don't want
want me.
Some people I don't want 
want me.
What I don't want likes me,
Therefore, I'm ugly.

Disliked 
As if gristle
Lodged in pork,
Surrounded by pig yet still being
Leftover,
    Unwanted.

Traumatized
Stands a swollen tree,
A work of nature's art,
Crafted by a bolt
Driven and embedded 
    Deeper
        Further
Wounding the sapling's wooden heart
To create a strong beauty
From juvenile sorrows.

Exploited
Like any kitchen table,
The back of every household,
Used repeatedly
Every expanse of it
Piled with plates,
Taken as granted,
Forsaken once unneeded...

They argue
What is this.
Sunny flower?
Milky weed?
I tell you it is neither
But a beautiful dandelion
That will grow
In spite of all
Harshness and cruelty
She faces,
That will blossom
And shine her golden soul
That the world will marvel at.

They will argue,
They will fight,
Don't mind them 
Dearest Dandelion,
Grow,
Shine,
Find your own way.
For in a meadow of
Tall, short, wide and thin,
Pink, orange, purple and blue,
You'll forever be ...

I can't describe this feeling
Directly
But I can communicate
My frustration at this endlessness
Through

Your computer game.
That new, long-awaited one,
Downloaded and tempting,
Which you finally open and
The joy of anticipation and relief
Floods you
And you play.

You play for a long time,
A while,
The clock ticks
And keeps ticking,
Yet you play
And keep playing.

You're submerged
Head to toe,
At first it is heavenly,
Then becomes repetitive,
Then common,
Now boring.

You're...