Tired of the same old game,
I hide beneath a sheer cover of invisibility,
Forever trying to be completely true to myself,
Yet completely changing for you.
I am a mismatch of children’s puzzles,
For ages 3 and up,
My pieces jammed together ,
And forced into a misaligned square.
Forever I am hunting you,
Like an old cat with her catnip,
A star shaped plush I long to feel,
Crushed between my teeth.
Still you outrace me and hide beyond my reach,
My muscles sore from stretching
Past their tearing point,
Until they snap and my arms fall limp.
I cast away my shroud of hiding,
In a moment of, dare I say it,
Unmistakable clarity,
And I return to my life.
But this time in a state of away,
And I leave a note simply stating,
"Screwed, leave a message,
I dare ya."
